Absolution of the man

This is called addiction
or abdictation
or whatever

love like whatever
essentially means

" hey fuck, love who we tell you "

a perpetual fade in
dissolve ressolve

for being so steady
i waddle like a good addict
for being so liberal
these bars imprint on my face

Sinner!

how real this mechanical bandage
swaddles me
how this ornate restriction
has squatted on my entrails


2

i am gutless

i break on fathoms
of sustained pressure

this continous razer
falls between us
and holds it's edge at my neck

doing what it has always done

at a blunt edge
my laughter balances
with tears and hope

i am freeing my tongue
and burning my arms
with burning coals

burning away this man
this boy
this perception

leaving an ash which  is neutral
and wants nothing

maybe then she can form me
into a purified man
an absolved man

a man that no one would blink at
seeing on her arm
loving her

some one younger
clean and free of dirt


3

they would smile
and say

" look at this fine flawless man
he is what is perfect "

and i would smile
and say to them

" i am only made of clay
a hollow figure
and i keep my dirt inside
to keep the skin white
see, even as i speak
she fingers it
because it is my skin
and this whiteness "

" is just a birthmark "