whoareyou.

 

 

 

The census form asks to enumerate the people living in my house,

excluding, I assume,  my dead father.

Who am I, what is my race and gender..?

Does it really matter if I claim as

octopus, carefree, cephalopod? My

eight arms clinging to my still few tears

from the funeral and far too easy to

get under my skin like diabetes or the

scent of the ecdysiast, in the cloudy

insulin of the dark room easel. Mombasa, Asmara,

remembered as flying ebonys for the

inquest a kismet away.

 

OK. That's who I am naturally. A

good friend to the pets I keep as jury or

as page turners for the piano lessons I stoped at

thirteen or the gray cat, who was a rescue, and who

watches me from bedroom to bath and sees my

dick and my old a*s naked with the ivory suds

still in my ear, but he doesn't mind and without

the annoying ease of what he's seeing, thinks he's

watching the Saturday westerns that he loves so much

and paws at the brown horses loosely tied up, after

their short walk to the stile. Kurt Douglass and his dusty

friends who lived off the land, never worked hard,

pulled guns to settle petty differences, got drunk

only at the saloon, never ate or slept or cleaned up

manure but grabbed the satin left arm of long dressed

beauties wearing bullet bras and never covered their

eyes when the ravenous kiss

would come.

 

To hell with the cat or the post office.

I wish to be a cowboy too.Passible as the crossdresser

wishes to post his new name in the pasquinade at the mall

or have his nails done by Korean women in flowery smocks

and then be framed, with a dark background, Passepartout,

held together by strips of cloth

pasted over his wolly edges.

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

I read this earlier, but I didn't comment. I am very interested in the way you manipulate words and what, seemingly, relates in my mind.

I like it because it's fun to read and it's also able to be read as a block where the relating words jump out like its a crossword puzzle.

[sienikeha]

great. fresh, vital, honest. love the word streams. images tumbling over eachother.

couldy --> cloudy?
oh, and i think it's Kirk Douglas.

[Emily B]

maybe the biggest question of all

and i love what you did with it