who?
I
boy
girl
woman
man
shift
thing
I, seven layer burrito
~ every shimmer of empty moment space
Those boy/girl things. Girlie boy, boyish girl things.
Race into the park after dark, fizz-shimmer of dungarees, muddy paws,
don’t stop bawling, BMX, rock kid beatnik posing. Tumble deep inner world
of creation, girlz run the world OK, in delight in strong friendships,
nurture potential, hunker down and make a world not founded on
all of this.
Strip endless
layers
in deep magic,
as
big breast mama, all and many,
realised,
embodied abundance,
pure and endless giving. // In shuddering, perverse,
joyous
masc effeminacy sensation, in free flying, sun of
atomic fusion process, hair in wind,
tall pretty prince of my dreams, myself to
save me, the world, boys
and girls of immateria, our transience, found in
your grace, shy swagger.
peel back, discover
hurt aggressor
you don’t want to but it happens and
you do want to,
grabbing manchild all power
push, the worst, in, out
a panic of drive, bug greedy for
bodies, caves,
bodies and
land – all actor, forget to see
humanity, see godspark in
self or other – so fearful, so broken
make tight tangle spark
electricity with hurt
soul, girl. Strange seat of abandonment
slave, girl
I am her
hurt
soul, woman. Strange seat of abandonment
howl, eternity in shit and puke
Death, alone – that whole hole is there
it seems, in this now. In both sides of the switch, relation.
All these are all, beings, godhead –
this being what is left if we leave out the animals ~
the smash bash panic of it all – and ~ breathe ~
feel into the spaces, personify,
allow these relations to smash, waves on shores,
break apart into the nothing they are, and ~
the you that speaks to me as I do so,
strong presence, holds,
feels out with me, plays in the
deep darkness with, and guides through become
wildest Light, you, brightest , bestest
masculine energy – you are me, too ~
~ spasm` out and small girl, yearning in haze
of sensation and realising – in
climbing rocks and rolling down hillsides,
in explorations on beds and tactile wonders
through landscape soundscapes,
all waterfall meanders, light through trees
and rocks and wind in leaves across
oceans of desire, curiouser and curiouser to
imagine being proud and possible
beaming in expanse with skill and openness ~
boy in desert girl, holed up in all things,
in longings for the ‘pre-op’
girls in phone boxes, perfectly strange
parrot of patriarchal scum phrases
‘best of both worlds’ in ~ not realising
that this ~ feeling ! is not how
everyone feels, secretly
inside (don’t they?), but who are they and
what is it , gay boy in a
young woman’s body vision ~ how is it
possible to make a world out of? That’s not how I ~
~ what I
how is it possible? To glitter and dress up, eye
liner and neon lights in dark corners
poppoppopop pop !
Claim a stake in some kind of being here,
hole up and make a life here (new life, new life)
to spin out shake out sister,
be the best girl, a woman
all breasts and love women and love those women and be also otherwise and be women and love them.
