my body is not a commodity in the eyes of a market drunk on scarcity dignity is trading at bear-market prices counting carbs like basis points a moment on the lips
my body is not a commodity i wish i could say stocks are up but trust is down favor collapsing hedged my bets on a short-sell left me holding the bag and owing the devil my soul another Great Depression
my body is not a commodity a broker for my worth never in my best interest trading volume at an all time low market cap some factor of whispers & side eyes your ever-flinching gaze
my body is not a commodity but like a commodity, this body – value not inversely proportional nor even related to size, ability, agility anatomy. i have controlling interest keep your bull-market smile my worth no longer publicly traded
(circa 1998)
purple people don't try to fly
they just do
except,
of course,
when they are lost
in the parking lot
of Pennsylvania
and
especially when
they are
tracking
the elusive
folk
singer
shhhh!! be vewy vewy quiet
when the storm comes
reach out your hand
to me
and lift me
into your boat
together
we are
aimlessly floating
through a sea of thoughts
and fears
until the sun comes up
once again
too early in the morning
i must tell you that i love you
with every double bonded oxygen atom in my body
...and then some
sporadic bursts of words appear
infiltrating my sleepy brain
until nothing makes sense
and i'm not quite sure
why
everything seems so clear
i met a goddess the other day
as i was walking
in Loring Park
she caught me quite by surprise
and
i couldn’t quite place who she was
(at first)
standing there,
by the pond
arms reached to heaven
in some sort of dance
she spoke to me
in a language i could not hear
or understand
yet felt deeply in my bones
maybe you have seen her
met her
talked to her, too
if not…
someday,
if you like
i can take you to the place
where Freya lives
as a tree
in Loring Park
I see you with her
so tender
so indescribably sweet
love pours from every fiber of your being
a miracle before my eyes
I ache with regret
all the way to my soul
those precious little moments break me
a million pieces
scattered in every conceivable direction
you are so in love with her
and I…
I have missed my chance to swim in the ecstacy of every coo
to marvel at each imperceptible milestone
I missed your first kiss – off chasing dragons
that’s the price I pay for being too selfish
or maybe too sick
to notice tender moments incubating miracles
the price when
from conception
a child is an inconvenience
I didn’t even know what I was missing
I do now.
my only salvation
is to feel this exquisite heartbreak
writhing between longing and ecstasy
knowing that this shattering isthat love
purple people don't try to fly
they just do
except,
of course,
when they are lost
in the parking lot
of Pennsylvania
and
especially when
they are
tracking
the elusive
folk
singer
shhhh!! be vewy vewy quiet
when the storm comes
reach out your hand
to me
and lift me
into your boat
together
we are
aimlessly floating
through a sea of thoughts
and fears
until the sun comes up
once again
too early in the morning
i must tell you that i love you
with every double bonded oxygen atom in my body
...and then some
sporadic bursts of words appear
infiltrating my sleepy brain
until nothing makes sense
and i'm not quite sure
why
everything seems so clear
Wide Awake 