Kevin

The love of Christ is brightly shining
From my fine designer lighting
Reflecting from my marble floors
Glinting from my golden doors.
He's given me this lustrous treasure
Filled my life with every pleasure,
This house of glass this brave estate

We outnumber you.
We women. We queer.
We in-betweeners and cross-the-lines.
We dissenters, heretics, and free thinkers.
We of every shade but yours.
We
Outnumber
You.

Underground vessels
Throbbing
Human blood
Feeds the city

Silver skin
Flashing glass
Throws back
An image
Stumbled
Crumpled
Rejected
Used

For the initiate:
People want the feeling of knowledge
More than they want knowledge itself.

For the advanced:
I want the feeling of knowledge
More than I want knowledge iteself.

I stand at the edge of a precipice
My toes cry out
"Shingles! Shingles!"
A bird swoops lower to listen but
the words echo away to nothing.

They chose the words carefully,
my toes,
placing the rest under my odor eaters
squishing as I walk.

What power you hold
In your cheery cherub cheeks,
Sparkling dark eyes,
And slyly coy smile.

You are a see saw
Large enough to move the world
And open a stranger's
Steely grey daytimer heart
Like a popup book.

The sad, sad tale of Timmy Page
Who saw that piercing's all the rage
And hoped to make himself look fiercer
By going to the local piercer.

This love was sown in us
Full flowered
Rooting us
Throughout
With earthy tendrils

Instantly
Complete and whole

Like a winter sky
Of infinite parts
Filling present
Future
Past
Beyond knowing

Yet only discovered
One glimmer at a time.

Who am I?

I am the poet.

And when you look at the face of me
you might see beneath the skin
and behind the grinning bone
and know

that somewhere,
somewhere in this sparkling web

I lurk.

If not for the battlements
She would head for the sea.

The day she rushed the stones
She found
Them gone

She sat
And shook
With fear