Ulysses

 

I never understood what people meant

When they spoke of feeling tempted

Before I talked to you

I never before thought about dashing

my sanity onto the rocks

Just so I could hear your voice

My fellow sailors know of you

But their ears are covered in wax

They can't hear us

My fellow sailors believe in freedom

Thus the mast is not what I worry about

I walk around the boat asking

No one listens, and I'm the no one,

If I was doing my captain duties

I would already crash into your rocks

I would drown in your blue-eyed sea

Oh but I know you don't sing for me

Siren, your voice is for someone else

I still yearn for your rock

Termite

 

You're mine

But not like a toothbrush

To be used by only me

You're mine

But not like a phone

Private and hidden and always there

You're mine

Like a home

And a bouquet of flowers 

in its living room 

I can only look

I can only feel your warmth

But more people can lay their eyes on you

More people can find shelter in your arms

A home is made by people

You've taken my cartilage

I can't breathe but you're building

A home in me. 

Because home is where the heart is

You've built yours in the empty space

between my lungs. 

An Angel

 

He makes everyone but me feel safe.

He's radiant, my gums bleed 

when I think about him when I brush my teeth

The sight of him terrifies me

He tells people not to be afraid

but I'm afraid for him

He gets into trouble but he won't fall

He's protected by the fleece and blood of his god

His diet of processed boring purity,

Bland pop culture and alcohol 

His toxic safety 

All like a hand of a god on his halo

Looking at him is like grabbing myself

through the past

He may not be saint Athanasius’s ideal

but at least he's alive and idealistic and loved

I used to love others and deny myself

His god told him to hate others as himself

and what can I do but try to return to that gospel

so I would know and hold his passions?