sin and slavery

the problems of men come so lucidly from semen
so deeply and searchingly we wander, scatterbrained
and within it is the sadness of slaves, bound
by their only notions, the things beyond grasp
or control: there can be no understanding of it

2.
so it is a storm that turns us often
into beasts of colorless nature, crawling,
we fall in love, but lose most of the time
to the careful plans of women
racked out since birth on notecards
and in memory of white dresses and long aisles
and bent, we are planless (in love) like men
have always been.

3.
not always, but in just the right light
we can get beyond our surges and
semen.

get beyond our skin-like desires.

2004-06-25 | 4:22 p.m.
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