More Like A Boy

He likes to think he's cinematic;
dramatic but not problematic,
Ecstatic in the coolest way there is.
He likes to think his fingers walk
and his guitar strings like to talk
and his eyes say all his things when his thoughts his strings can't phrase.

With a flourish and a blot
he's got all you've ever thought
laid out in front of him: a master of your mind,
a general mastermind. And with his ups and downs and turns
he doesn't feel society's burns;
no, he's too cool to let that fire eat his skin.

He's got this deep mind, see?
He can dig you and all you know
but when the time comes to let go
and reverse the show, he can't deliver.
He's got these private issues
but he doesn't need your tissues
he's a tough guy; he can make it all alone.

It's only when you split his head
and analyze him, synthesize him,
It's only then you realize he's mostly dead.
From lack of acting, lack of loving, lack of seeing, lack of being;
When his eyes shut and he dreams,
that's the most he's ever lived.

Turn him inside out, and you'll see.
Part of everyone he's ever been, these characters he's collected,
these minds that he's dissected
these thoughts that he's connected
they're all for show, and for what?
He's a virgin, pure at heart
Can't find his way to the dark
Doesn't know where start; wouldn't know if it struck him like a dart.

Falling apart of his own volition,
harboring secret ambition to become a man on a mission
for love, for love.
But love is cruel and love is blind, and love rarely takes the time
to judge a victim on his worthiness or worthlessness or what.

And doesn't that seem strange?
The anticipation we contain
to become the most deserving of this fate,
of a hot date;
and when we find ourselves alone it's no one's fault but our own.
Even when it's all out of our hands.

A Woman's Prayers

I
Glory be to the Mother, and to the Daughter, and to the Holy Sister.

As it was in the beginning, as it is now, so it shall be forever and ever, world without end. Holy Mother, amen.

II
Our Mother who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Queendom come, thy Will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily joy and eradicate our ignorance as we eradicate the ignorance against us. Lead us into female salvation and deliver us from evil. Holy Mother, amen.

III
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lady is with thee.

Blessed art thou among Women, and blessed are the workings of your womb.

Holy Mary, Mother of Life, pray for us women now and forevermore. Amen.

Cause Equals Time

They drew me in
With phrases like "edited justice"
Such soft fucks, and a quiet resonance
Nodding their heads and tapping their drums in time
In the back of my head
Never dead

Baptisms with bags over heads and shrouded hearts
And closed eyes, lest the water burn them
Lest the truth expose
Words across walls and walls and more words,
It's funny how we exchanged so little of them.

I tried to empty these boxes but
"my darling sleeps in under cloudy skies"
and so they're full again
and so I'm empty again

It's not love, we're all just children
We're the grass behind the libraries
We're your cat at night, and bicycle wheels
and imagined sex on the grassy lawn and
You: you're a fucking champ in the afternoon

Bruises like smudges, fingertips
Dusting my hips
if I never told him, he'd never know
So young; do I make you feel old?
Will you resent me for it, will you leave me for it?
Is it all out of my control?