they wanted to examine
queer lives lived loudly
recklessly selfishly
where fear is not abandoned
life comes naturally
in irony and erroneous
roads of tripping over
forward like a breaker
or cowering, ancient
stones grazing a lover
pleasure of solemn
dis-officiality, witness
duly wasted goodness
unterminality of each other
hyper-presence of dogs
dues unpaying and crazy
expending arrows meant
to bend to this universe
font of redundancy
stone won't roll smaller
or kill big here today
tomorrow's history, a
vanity, not a release of
more stomping foragers
onto a world unlearning
only to reappear there
by alternate delivery
Jan Jansdaad
we don't often make sense to the rest of the world, but we vaguely understand each other.
ReplyDeletethank you for your words.