Second Coming (first draft)

You are Jesus

  on the cross

        legs together

        arms  spread

  but with the hair of a 

                  90s lez

  & beard of a 

      post-hormone         tranny

       Pause

                 for em-PHA-sis

 Glow spreading

    Cornet-wielding angels

        DOVES flocking to raise you

              up

         up     up

     up              up

     till the ceiling fights to constrain you

     This vision, my vision

             O Holy Christ-Professor! 

       I/Am/I saved??/!

    you talk about

               marbles

 And your fanfare is over in

                                     second-hours in

                      a flash

****

borderline blasphemous? maybe, i know but shh don't worry.  this is exactly what you would have written had you been there.  promise!

As tagged by Laura

6 Unspectacular Things About Me:

1. I'm really good at procrastinating (this is what is happening now)

2. I will be a bartender/bike messenger when I go to grad school in NYC

3. I often feel uncomfortable in situations where there is no music playing when there could be

4. Cooking is one of my new favorite obsessions

5. The last time I watched TV was a week ago today, before that, a month 

6. I really want to take up bicycle maintenance so I can repair/tune/maintain my current bike. 

I choose to tag:

Mel

Charish

(and i would tag jenna but she probably would not see this for several months and then wouldn't do it because she hardly ever writes anymore...)

Directions:

1. Link the person who tagged you

2. Mention the rules on your blog

3. list 6 unspectacular things about you

4. tag 6 other bloggers by linking them (or less if you don't know that many people like myself, I won't judge you)

some days

i love ever

yone

those poetry readings

we got there first

before me

& sat schizophrenic

us-whisps in booth

She, Veritable Step Function

she can be described

only piece-wise-

the pieces that go here

the pieces that go there

the piece that stays with me

she doesn't know i've stolen

Blue

it was conceived inside

near the joints oozed

from beneath groomed nail beds

and on in squiggles

like waves like

vines of poison itching

the blue is creeping

from your fingers and

spreading up your arm

like i should be