to a sunny witch aspirant

I kept myself from bringing down the house
you think you build daily
(I refrained from
Protest once for
you . a true protest
against the injustice
of stupidity and
bad art.)

is it
The short days
seduce me? Was
it the way
dusk echoed off
the snow?

-it w as the way
the dusk echoed
off the snow.

oh you summer leaves
fuck off

oh you summer
lovers fuck off
too
eh you summer
lovers
   warm yourselves
of nothing . nothing is when you leave
the world (spring and autumn lovers
  beware -
you are cheapened by
proximity to summer.)

Lemme show you how Cold Love
                                       can be

who forecasts Romance's
                            end?
who calls for this
Slow rain to crack
the ice I pace
(upon)?

Your
incantations
       lack proper
  occult grammar.

You hacked your
  magic past
the initiates but
I always had  to
force myself to
suspend disbelief.

the new never

when you want trouble, there is no trouble
- when you don't want trouble, there is
- when you have what you want, it is taken away
- when what's taken away appears before you, you are no longer sure you want it back
- when you balk at attempting to retrieve what was stolen, you wonder if you erred through pride or obstinacy
- there is no victory in the face of deeply experienced loss; what is lost cannot be retrieved
- memories of what is irrevocably gone do not bring comfort or relief, only a stinging rebuke of what has come in the wake of yesterday, the substitute experience that does't even pale in comparison; today is like a vapor in competition with a ghost (ghosts are forever; vapors mist away)

•• have I replicated the error yet?
•• have the errors of my way been documented in the process?
•• can there be a new always? or just the same old never?

{fin}

I drew a comic in support of the ground zero mosque; this comic depicts Mohammed.

I drew a comic in support of the so-called Ground Zero Mosque; this comic depicts Muhammad

in the first panel in which he appears,  I drew him in full burqa.  I figured no one could be offended, because you couldn't really see the messenger behind all that.

a couple of panels later, I drew him as a question mark, so you could see him in this poem. Here- Muhammed: ?

I designed a bumper sticker about prayer in defense of womb inns' rights. Intended to offend veryone and meant to be adhered to bumpers in church parking lots. It read:

Thank God For Abortion.

I wrote a play about the duality of Jesus, called "The Crucifixion of Christ's Cock." It offended a gay Catholic in my state school theater class. I told him I was not the enemy.

I jotted down some dreams about the woman I actually loved and shared a couple of these with a therapist. It changed nothing. The woman still (had never) loved me; the casual Jungian analysis did not make her betrayal any less injurious to my soul.

She kissed me- one last time- on the cheek / in a garden / like Judas. 

So wonder who or what is betrayed when you:

-panic over worship

-are afraid to draw the prophet

-assail the halted mothers

-deny the messiah's manhood

-feign that dreams of love are easily replaced

Do wonder who or what is betrayed by:

-panic over prayer

-fear to draw the prophet

-hatred of the halted mothers

-denial of the messiah's manhood

-feigned repairs to the heart

(- feigned love met with feigned indifference)

Perhaps God is betrayed; perhaps the truth is betrayed.

Perhaps god and the Truth are one and the same. Or

maybe / "perhaps"

do you

think

(you can 

whisper it)

they could be

opposites

?