my third poetry zine – my corporeal life – published 2024.

my corporeal life (pdf)

my corporeal life (bifold zine)

is anger genesis or sinking?
is loyalty approval or life-giving?
is that voice of ire really moving?
when seething, is that hope or coping?
two images of revenge confusing
in this noncommital tension, you just cruising?
i know this avalanche is never slowing
i know the sky is black and snowing
i know you’re so sick of waiting
and the stasis devastating
but these embers need your protecting
the thread of grieving’s always weaving
your patience is anathema to dying
it’s okay to take solace in your trying
holding on is more than just surviving.
your touch is so electrifying
you’re the water into soil soaking
take a step back, it’s amusing –
this wayward life for our unfolding.
with all this stress and pain that’s shocking
and your nervous system exploding
your crippling fear of ever slowing
take a breath that’s deep
gaze at this arresting beast
savor every tear you weep
and put trust in your vital way of knowing
slow and steady wins the race of growing
the pulse of life is ever-flowing
and your hands are built for sowing.

two lifeforms drew nearer
diversions, excursions of light, revelrous refractions
exploring an inkling of desire
reckless and relentless, revealing, elaborating
the reality of its essence.
beside and inside each other
the warm, carnal embrace sent cataclysmic shockwaves
channeling the strength of earth
shaking the bed, and the foundations of civilization.
the incendiary intercourse a grounded ascension
a vindication of life, a declaration of our autonomy,
a precious thing they can never take from us.
this affiliation of disentropic coherences took flight
elevating each soul as caustic sparks shot out,
reigniting the embers – a grave fire hazard
to all those who stand opposed to fun.
and as we gaze at each other now –
through dizzying dogbites, erotic exaltations,
through spit and cum communion, an aromatic fusion –
two animals mesmerized, eyes magnetized
we feel this lush plant’s roots grow and grow
from an innocuous seed to a rapacious sundew
terrestrially bound, grasping up
towards the endless free skies –
an aimless, amorous, amaranthine adventure
of the sensory and psychic
charting lands unknown with passionate fervor,
abounding lust, stormy zugunruhe –
earthbinding in a rapturous kiss
unfolding the truth of desire.

our sparks ascended the green mountain
following the path of life,
gazing at a torrid flame atop the earthly hill,
converging in a dance of queer desire.
under a riotous moon, full as each’s soul,
we crashed into each other
provoking a disturbance in the skies
in a collapse of lust,
an explosion of joy,
an exploration of what it means
to be free.

i heard rain and tears hitting polyester
in arms of comfort and affinity –
an effusion of emotion
bearing the lacerations
of a fucked up civilization
in unity unmaking isolation.
i was falling apart
but then we fell together,
our defiant headlamps finding footholds
out of this rank and dismal trench
hands linked tightly, climbing, climbing up.

camping in the semblance of a world to come,
lost in lunacy, our forms interlaced
in an electric impulse of passion –
an erotic concussion
exchanging spit and light,
revitalizing each spirit to fight
in the gloom of the overcast night.
this avian affair arousing ardor,
this eruption of enamor
will change life as life changes it,
destinations diverged
but particles surely now entangled –
and these kindred moths
will fly away doggedly
towards the dawn’s liberation.

found myself lost again
in the dark wood, without a light.
stumbling blindly without direction,
i remembered this:
‘follow the music,’ she said,
so i cast away my sight
and my doubt
and listened for the universal impulse of life.
i was drawn in by an alluring melody,
muffled at first, but then
i heard the voices of comrades enraptured in song,
bathing in the psychic fountain of lust
around a sacred fire
and i jumped in to join them
in an unfettered frenzy
and i found myself.

our eros is a wild berserking chimera amok
jumping fences, running red lights, trespassing the pond
from stray sparks to ignition
brewing a storm of volition
where lightning strikes upwards to the heavens & beyond
symmetry so perfect we spawn a black hole with our fuck.

yesterday i found a tiny magic door
in an alley i’d never seen before.
where it led, i did not know,
but something inside compelled me to go.
i shrunk my form and crawled inside,
and in that moment, i had died.
my sensorium was set ablaze
with a fiery teal, a dancing haze.
free from corporeal form, i sang
a lurid bark, a sonic fang
piercing forms i’d taken for granted
gutting them, my psyche slanted.
then, in a vibrant floral aesthesis,
i plunged into an ocean of kisses
sanguine and syrupy, perverting shapes
with their velvet tongues caressing my face.
through their work, they reduced the entropic
in an arousal of patterns kaleidoscopic.
the smooches showed me a thousand seasons
i’d been blind to by the veil of reason.
below the sea, i descended up
to find the truth which filled my teacup.
what was that spectacle which edified my soul,
electrifying me with sights, and sounds, and smells, and tastes, and feels, and senses i knew not i’d possessed, engulfing my anima with more light than it could hold?
a heap of matter which drew me nearer –
a frameless, boundless, fractured mirror.

take my hand and join me
in a night of frenzied celebration –
from an effusion of dreams,
a riot of color & form
a riot of light & lust
a riot of inversion & perversion –
a riot of passion so fervent
that we part these dark clouds
and turn this world upside down
and rearrange the stars above
with nothing but our boundless will & love.

while your cells have firm walls
and mine are soft and squishy,
where you stay firmly rooted
and i can dance around,
we’re kin of the same mother
in our branch of the Tree;
arborous blood flows through us
purring in harmony.
the precursor of volition
lie elaborated in us both
in forms well divergent,
but unified in spirit –
eating, growing,
being, willing,
seeking, meaning,
relating,
respirating,
recreating,
converging with infinity.

and i know that you can’t hear me,
but i hope to make you feel it.
so when i’m in your company,
to myself i shall recite this.

roses are black,

flags are red

our chains are fragile

when our communities are fed