Methamphetamine Abuse Poems

• Nov
  22

  Death Fight

  We are the dreamers of dead dreams
  We used to cry with the pow-deer;
  Queer theory culture, some homeless
  Boys happy in our happy dust
  Objective disorder
  Fault of mainstream, fault of dad,
  Fault of me, fault of church,
  Sins of father to the son
  A fight abroad
  A battle here

  Back then, them groups, paying that price
  But even our parents enforce those rules
  Can't fight a battle against me; burn my
  Own church inside; battling but
  Just not me, faceless spirit of me

  Mbeki's truth:
  Old struggles; stumbling upon freedoms
  Fighting rule and white and black and
  hhhooolllddddiiinnnggg
  Dead Achmat with wordless hostage
  Hidden agendas of burning crosses
  And lonely deaths in sterile white rooms
  A fear? Something to hide?
  Our plague our blessing, that our
  Hopeless loveless existence ended
  The torment for the only world we knew

  Sunset on Epidemic
  Yet left still here, in this
  Strange hated world we recreate
  The plague that was always here
  In hate in loathing in me

  These truths are self-evident
  We're equal, we can get there;
  We can be black, if we act white;
  We can be dust, if we can be dust:
  But it's our choice.

  We are your healers,
  Running to our own world of
  Flagellation just to be safe
  We need time to ourselves
  We are raising your kids
  Sitting on the street benches
  Nowhere to go
  Opening our doors, we find the
  Gay Youth of America is hungry,
  They need a meal, they need a bed,
  There is no room for them in mom's inn.
  Dallas holding conferences,
  Leaders with secrets of shame,
  Fathers with methods of disappearance
  Ignoring and not saying

  I gave my soul, my life's promise, that
  I could accept, that they could be my home,
  That I could be their home that I would
  Be among them with them in their sin

  Forgetting
  To be among and not one of them
  I watched the best minds go, mine fried
  On the vaporing ICE into the CTA blue lines
  Blue sparking police sirens; feigning
  Ignorance was ticketed for platform smoking
  Driven home, far, far, away, home,
  I am safe. Mommy knows. Daddy knows. I am ok.
  Where do they go?

  My home, with them, I know. Holding,
  Tears, screaming, terrified of past
  Some shouted diner whisper drug dealing
  Overheard. Corporate beauty
  Surrounding, Grant Park and the fabulous
  Programs, welcoming - unheard just a view
  Up the lake. So foreign.

  The kingdom's keys.
  We all have friends who died
  Shot themselves.
  Shot up.

  We all know that
  Battlefield terror
  The stretcher, shaking trembling
  Terror of body, of self,
  Of love
  Of father, of home's command
  That platonic edict, that troy
  Was bombed via friendly transport
  That dad's not coming home
  That home isn't home anymore

  Lonely soul:
  Comfort in stars, in grass
  Litter cans burning, your city afire
  It is my home,
  My love,
  My people,
  My pleasure,
  My pride

  Gods above, below, anywhere
  Save us from our own tears
  And god help us if another daddy won't come home.
  
  Matt B, Chicago, IL, USA

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  Posted on November 22nd, 2010

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