It’s Not My Fault

It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault

It’s not my fault…

I don’t know how many times I have to say it.

Telemarketing

The number you have dialed

Cannot be reached at this time

Or any time

Ever again

Because he is

Sick and tired of

People like you

Calling him all the time

While he could be anticipating

A phone call from a potential employer

Or potential lover

His potential is being wasted

Because you are wasting his time

With these stupid calls about

Credit reports

Switching phone services

Ten-hour surveys

He doesn’t give a shit about

1 for least likely – 5 for most likely

When a job is on the line

When even a blowjob is on the line!

You’re lucky you even have a job

When many in this economy can’t even

Afford a dye job!

Don’t call this number again!

Have a nice day.

Paradise on Ice

I skate on an ice cube embedded

In the earth

I jump, spin, glide, and dance

On frozen water

Above me, white flowers exploding

In a sea of azure

Or, clouds in the sky

Around me, a hibernal panorama drenched

With snow and dotted

With maple, fir, and spruce

Nobody is with me

I am with nobody

Perhaps I am an apparition of a kid who drowned

In the liquid one summertime

Or in the ice one wintertide

Or perhaps the apparition of said kid has immersed itself

Into me

And we both now are enjoying ourselves

In the same body

And we, two different molecules, have inherited

Paradise.

Dust in the Wind

I am not dust in the wind

I refuse to be dust

I refuse to be in the wind

I deplore the concept of insignificance

I deplore the concept of being swept away

I am not dust in the wind

I have been walked on

I have been swept away

I have been a nuisance

I have been blown away

But I am not dust in the wind

I am not superhuman

I am not a deity

I am not permanent

I am not a great human being

But I am not, was not, and will never be dust in the wind

For I am matter

For I matter

I matter.

Dread

I’ve been dreading this for some time

And time is not my friend

Because a friend is there for you through thick and thin

And this is how my patience is wearing

 

I can barely keep it together right now

And now is the time to tell the truth

Even if the truth is a bitter pill to swallow

Swallow it you must so things will get better

 

“Mom, Dad… I’m…”

 

Suddenly, everything turns to dark

And with the dark comes nothing

Well, not nothing at first; I feel the cold ground

And the ground feels like a sharp tack

 

I see the light… and I’m in a hospital bed

And yet I can’t put to bed the truth that was about to come

I have come to, and now I have to come out

And out comes the word:

 

“…gay.”