Graphos

Me dices algo y haces contrario Creí que me amabas, me fallas en todo Todavía te quiero, no entiendo por qué Aunque me haces daño cada dia Yo estoy aquí pero nunca me necesitas Te estorbo, te molesto ¿por qué no me voy? No creas que no eres importante para mi No pienses que te Read More …

You refuse to use my pronouns,  And I’m not really sure why. I’ve heard so many excuses at this point That I’m convinced pigs can fly. I don’t care if you understand; I don’t expect you to explain. I’m asking you to show me respect, But I think I melted your brain. Think of it Read More …

I breathe in toxins and exhale rage. I am told to eat, but my food is poisoned. I search for enjoyment on LED screens, but the canned laughter rots my ears. Jokes, commentary, satire, awareness. I grit my teeth and fight the urge to scream. It is an unproductive pastime. Because screaming is only helpful Read More …

— for Phil Ochs And here my pen,  broken, will lie, idle and drained,  once full of grace. And here on the sidewalk  I may as well die, My suit jacket loosened,  my old boots unlaced, My lyrics unsung,  my ink gone to waste. But in feverish riots  or rattling fury I pray my plight Read More …

it’s not like a barcode black and white strips aligned ceasing to  blend together it’s not a map defined lines forbidding  junction of states in creating one it’s not as a ruler is to graphs plotting point A to B finishing off with permanent pen marked narrow line  there is not only one method to  Read More …

It’s been over Three       Hundred                  And                      Eighty                             days Since I’ve last been held But not in an endearing manner More so, I need you for a night  Then get the fuck out of my life Kind of gesture. It’s been  Y e a r s  Since I’ve not cared About being held again. I don’t Read More …