Eddie Monster prom king

The sharpened talons of your pitchfork
Embody your three prong approach
Ready to pierce the perfect skin
Of Innocent young babes
Like a fork through a hot dog’s casing
Over a glowing bed of
Machine mined coals
Roasting on the back yard
Fourth of July
grill

Painfully Pounding out the power points
It is very clear you’d much rather be killing something right now
Decked out in the latest mossy oak couture
The best color corrected camouflage
That tax dollars can buy

Concocting rules with lit sparklers
Clocking the hours
Of repeated speech
In different shades of eye shadow
Poping on screen

You love your life
Because it sucks

While we slowly slip into
Our wet oatmeal mornings
Of long term care
And slow awakenings

You fantasize about us
Poking your muscles
Taking pictures
In the sand
That’s all it is to you now
One big sandbox
Where you lay upon the beach
Oiling your crossbow
And fucking a paper cut out of your life

But fear not
I hear distant seagull cries
Grow closer

You’ve taught us much about ourselves
I’ll give you that
But inside those sweet notes of
Fairness and love
That parents whisper to their children
And the darker exploits
Of the lonely and frail that
You use line your cage
I will never even fake pray for you

I’m forgiving you
With every new day
Forgetting you

While you climb the ladder
I’ll hold your legs
Reaching for cookies
Changing light bulbs
Painting walls
Dusting the top shelf

I’ll pound your chest like a drum
Until the last breath slips out

We’ll sharpen the blade together
Mow the lawn on a Sunday morning

We accept ourselves as immigrants
We control the space between us

To herd cats we must first
Learn to ride them

Touching fur to a glass
Skipping down the alter
Sardines and envelope filters
Remembering to bring a sweater
The comfort of static cling

One day we will all be
Caught dead in something

I am feeling the rush of anxious emotions that I’m sure most of my good friends are experiencing at this unbelievable turn of events in American History. I am a white, heterosexual, male, feminist, liberal, artist. Not necessarily in that order. I am going through a bit of an inner conflict between my biology and my psychology right now. Every look in the mirror, to some degree, I can’t help but see the face of this painful shift in our political system. But when I look inside myself I am reminded of my friends and I am inspired to the moon by their capacity for love, understanding, and strength. All I want to say is:

THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU! AND I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!!!

It’s going to take a while for all of this to sink in. Maybe it’s going to take four years? I encourage you to allow yourselves all the emotions you are experiencing right now.  Please, remember that you are the same beautiful people you were yesterday, as you are today, as you will be tomorrow. We are going to get through this, together.

The paddle hangs from
A single nail on the wall

A bodyless doll on the night stand
Amongst extensive lists
Date night recommendations

In the future they will laugh at us
Or perhaps just wonder

The gift that strangers give
Will no longer be a mystery

The secret knowledge
Like a backstage door
Will be where all of us
Enter the arena

Those fleeting thoughts
Will simply be,
Never having to be escaped to

We’ll let our potter’s wheel spin
And passionately speak of glass

And raise each other’s children
Nothing like our own