Terrorism

no one is a terrorist
no one
no one
no one
dress up the way we dress up
no one no one no one.
we are just human beings
we are just
everyone is only human
human
human
that is all
that is all
that is all. 

Weekly "crappy" Poem: Going to Church pt. 1

"identity."
"identity"
"definition"
"what is the definition"
"how do you define"
"what should we be defined"
"who should define"
"are we defined by"
"do we define
ourselves?"
Please tell me what to do,
please set up parameters
please please please
be polite and don't say a word
children listen, listen,
listen,
listen.
Who you are and
who you should be
are not the same.
no no no no no no no no
Tell me what you think,
show me what you think.
Please re-emphasize
that thought,
that lack of thought,
don't ask don't ask don't ask don't ask
and I won't tell
because I don't know
I don't know
I don't know,
but let me say,
I do know. I definitely
know
definite.
There are definite
definite
answers, I know.
I know
if I don't know,
we might know
we'll know sometime,
sometime, sometime
eternally we'll know
if we never know,
it's okay, be
filled
with awe and wonder.
be filled
with fear
and awe.
But not too much
because we know
we have answers
we have definitions
any protests
are untrue.

Good Ideas and Not Bad Ideas: Track 5: "Violence is Always the Answer"~Bananafish (to be continued)

Biting and pulling

and tearing and 

scratching, 

mauling. 

We are wild animals, 

lover. 

Dot my chest with bruises,

shaped like claw marks, 

oh my darling. 

Try to scalp me as you move

those teeth down my stomach,

down and down and down.

We are 

one in this aggression, 

this is not passive, 

only passion

(Haha!)

Lover, please go on, 

against that wall, please,

if you would. 

But forget the flowers.

Just bite me. 

Really hard,

leave your marks all across

my chest, 

along my bones, 

my breasts, 

Please, 

I want to hear myself

I want to hear you 

as our bodies 

do what they do.

sh-tty (and short!) poem (barely a poem): You Will Feel Bad About Sex

((note: I wrote this last Sunday on the bus ride home from an annual trip to northern Minnesota with my youth group. The last trip I will take there as a high schooler.))

You Will Feel Bad About Sex

Individuals of

your make and model

have been modified

to respond in certain

ways.

sh-tty poem first: Repetitive Stress Injury (will use this title for a better version of this poem someday)

Very few times 

have I been so close

to anyone's body but my own

Very rarely 

have I ever felt sweat 

and spit 

and the implication of 

all other fluids 

very only, 

in fact,

with a single

other being. 

Very many times, 

have I caused pain

by my eyes 

and my mind

and my body

Very often, 

I have trailed 

other beings

seeking those connections

when a single other being

awaits for dreaded report. 

Very quickly

do I crumble

very gradually 

do I run 

very blindly 

do I tell you 

what I tell you 

when I tell you 

what I do.