The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/23/09

[BlueIris]

"Stephen at the FDA"

raging under a banner crosslegged
in the intersection spitting at traffic
stop the world if necessary how many T-
cells do you need to yell your head off
Nelson Mandela has less than us and shouts
just lovely peace is hell nobody
gets arrested easy 3 weeks short of
the bad accession of the bush-league
dickhead rimming the black hole of Reagan
keep America nice but nice is over
for our guys so we escalate and Steve
lies down in front of a bus go nowhere
rotten transit not to Dachau Soweto
Township all the white burbs of hate be
homeless today with us the last stand
of genderfuck red-lined X's on our doors
burning Maryland down because we have
nothing to lose queer place admittedly
to be in love but wars ago they did it
in trenches airbursts all around blown
to bits and bloodbrothers still more dear
at the end of the world than ever what is
the last desire
                     to be known
                                        the last
passion the wish to awaken bright
as the gold October sun grazing the slow
shivering fields of what remains we keep
this day for the fallen all their names
are the stone that people who live in glass
houses fear a hole in the south basement
no turning back and the L.A. 6
pour in Steve at the rear rioting
through the cubicles of death marauding
FREE THE DRUGS as if a cure had ever
paid the rent vote Republican Dan
Quayle for Himmler expect no release
the oldest prison is what the hets
do to our hearts with hate jailing us
in solitary please I admit I'm here
because I love Steve as much as freedom
fuck I hope that's not politically in-
correct pigs with clubs pour in after
like Keystone Kops oh Stephen don't resist
don't piss them off finally he's dragged out
cuffed and pale and lous HELP US WE'RE
DYING more man than I today but hey
we're easy I'll be a man tomorrow
and last night we both were they board
him on the bus and I touch the window
how do you stop time same way you stop
evil by refusing to let go we are the thing
they fear the most Stevie more than plague
more than the dungeon houses they home to
every night they fear us out we leave
the system in smithereens bureaucrats
standing appalled on the upper floors unable
to commute and tonight we will lie in
the Shenandoah twined in each other
above the blood ground of the rebel army
thrown away on the wrong cause but did they
kiss did they squander were they men
at last like us at the bottom of time
make noise my guerilla my love stay
on fire we will bring down nations

~Paul Monette

[BlueIris]

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