___________________________________________________

All Things Queer
GAY & LESBIAN ISSUES
coverage, commentary & community
for people with brains *and* an attitude!
____________________________________________________

 

Bookmark and Share  

 Join the Facebook Group

Google
or SEARCH THIS SITE

Home
All News
Features
Shopping
Snippets
Resources
Coming Out Stories
Gays for God
Ask an Expert
Jobs
Know Thine Enemies
Fun and Games
Election 2008
Community
FAQ
Historical Calendar
Search

affiliate_link

 

Aftermath

submitted by Rene' DanielleTreece
 Aftermath
 Bloodbath
 i want to wake up a butterfly
 and rise on up from this
 flesh and bones
 as free as i was when
 my eyes
 were closed
 towards
 you i wander
 from  place to place
 side step alley way space to space
 truing
 flying
 to fill in these spots
 of rain
 Liken to silk just a few shades
 dark
 i daydream of this body
 a corpse
 decorated with my  blood
 and my tears
 Blue like my pupil
 who never learns
 hands lay on my back
 in empty rooms
 my guardian angels are breaking
 from the architecture
 in the city
 coming down to crown me foolish
 one
 more
 time
 i dance against traffic
 right foot
 let foot
 Holding myself together at
 the limbs
 climb on out
 swing on out
 this carnival sacrifice
 such loving violence
 we draw masterpieces with these inks
 then leave them covered
 hidden under beds
 in cobwebbed attics where the lights don't turn on
 think me foolish
 i sure so
 for turning these circles
 in front of all you disgusting men
 repulsing me at the wrists
 i've had every intention of standing strong
 and the along comes ego
 dressed up like a lover of mine
 swallow me whole
 i'm that warm spot in the back
               of it's little green neck
 take the blame
 burn up the nights
 i crawled in cocoons too shallow
 you can pretend you've never known this sting
 that i've cracked
 crumbled
 or maybe just confused
 maybe you just can't remember
 or my body was made with a
         different set of spades
 Trump my love with the Jack of laughter
 that turns my intensity
 into bittersweet
 action
 If sleep could last for centuries
 and you would all quit
 stuffing my soul back into my flesh
 my eyes  would dry
 and like a butterfly
 i
 would
 fly
 *
 


 

Contribute to G/L Issues

to help with our expenses
 



CheapOair.com



 

Get Chitika | Premium

 

 

Join the Gay/Lesbian Issues mailing list  

Email:

SubscribeUnsubscribe 

Powered by YourMailinglistProvider.com


 



 

Questions? Comments? Submissions?
Drop a note to Deborah at gaylesissues@rslevinson.com

copyright 1986-2010 Deborah Levinson