me & ratboy run the gamut of literary lovers

sometimes we’re jack & neal,
poking & challenging
each others’ minds & histories,
entire belief systems
in motel rooms & cars
with no destinations

drunken thoughts & words roll
across the black manuscript
of strange city night skies

we move & run
as if our lives depend upon it.

sometimes i am
ginsburg & Williams
& he is nameless tasty chicken.
i beg him
to let me help every inch
of his long brown body
into heaven

sometimes we are auden & kallman.
i hate him for being young.
i hate him for being in love
with the whole world.
i hate the whole world
for being in love with him.

 

note to a sleeping guy

i’ve gotta run, but
i washed your shirts
they’re in your drawer.
Emily got through her kitty surgery,
she has to have big old
horse pills twice daily.
there’s leftover pizza in the fridge
for when you wake up,
beer too.
a pack of cigs on my desk.
i miss our night-long talks.
i miss talking period.
the silence has descended
like a hateful fog.
you won’t talk,
snap my head off when i try.
i survived oral surgery yesterday
had a bad wisdom tooth removed.
what hurts
i cut out
& leave behind.

 

postcard from California
to my lover

i woke
& remembered
there’s a great
beatific world
outside
our tight hateful cocoon

it revolves
around a big fat sun
not your dick
& is infinitely
larger & more
generously
life-giving

 
from michael's
new book

cosmic children