Also (Mark Ge)

Also

My good friend came by today

I was tired out of my mind, back home from holiday shopping

the mall filled to the brim with horny women and their male friends

that's when I noticed your back at the check out counter

could it be?

Oh it is you

my once upon a time lover

with my mother in line

what to do...

oh how awkward, I have to use the restroom

no we shall wait

oh and there are several other cashier clerks

but we get you

you played it real cool

acted like you didn't know me

haven't seen me before

but what to do now?

As I walked around the mall smiling all day

thinking it was you that I held in my arms

embracing our naked bodies in my cramped ghetto apartment

should I message you on your iPhone?

To say that I liked seeing you today

though not necessarily in the same context

even though I love mom

and my good friend

who has just left

who I've also been to bed with

Brazilian Boy (Mark Ge)

Brazilian Boy

Brazilian boy

with existential eyes

dancing on the pole

next to black dancers

Brazilian boy looks at me from across the room

the disco lights light up making for a fountain of illumination

I drift towards him

my Brazilian boy

he and I talk while he whips it out

a tiny dancer

in nowhere land

skinny, tan, and waiting to be picked up by someone rich

unlikely he'll give a call

unlikely he'll write

the only chance you can see my Brazilian boy

is if you go to the clubs

and sift through the smoke

with drinks in the air

the jukebox on all night

thumping, grinding, on the pole

he'll only be interested if you bite

Poem II from "Poems and Songs", First Part - (Jim Krull)‏

There is a shade past the veil

That covers the moving limbs

With the grass carries the wind as a sail.

Many images fill the simulation

Of what you may do near the lake,

As a secretly lost criminal

Evades impressions for the sake

Of a wholly owned idea ;

She was very close, past the stake,

Too distant for a plea

Of where she had come from

And turned to, return(ed) to the seal

Of her natural heir's dominion

Bubbles with the matting entwined

Through a foreign location,

(For she walking with her dogged

Expression,) up the hill

Now carrying hidden what was mined?

Look by the ray still

Comes though the low sheet

This is now the time to will

And now grace an attempt to meet.

Queenie (Mark Ge)

Queenie

I need out
to further Russia, enveloped
holed up and sober
I always miss the train, blame it on mother
whose sober abuse reeks like wet horses
and I miss you
even though you have not left
and I'd be your most tenderest gift in the world
if only third world drag queens made me, me
but I'm ok in this body
this language
however unrefined

Love Poem (Sean Ali)

Love Poem

If my love were hot asphalt,

            I’d tar and feather you.

If my kisses were little holes,

            I’d polka dot you,

                        All over.

If my embrace was a corset,

            I’d pull the strings

                        Tight around your waist.

If my tongue were a paintbrush,

            I’d make a mural of your body.

If my words were truly honey,

I’d have a beehive for a mouth.

If my fingertips were little seafarers,

            I’d circumnavigate your globe,

                        North to south.          

If my love was sticks and mud,

            I’d build a dam against the flow of time.

If my love were a thief in the night,

            I’d be the perpetrator of a crime.