All the poems I have not written

All the poems I have not written

Since last summer are for Joss Whedon,

Doug Ashford, Suzanne Lacy, and

Brandon Brown

In the mood of confessional

In the mood of withdrawal

Disagreeing with your

Aesthetic politics again

Talk go thru us

Disagreeing with your ethics

I want to dance

If I started crying

It would not stop

The world continues to end

What these tears can’t end

Synching this apocalypse with what we really want

Words can do things after all if we let them

A word is worth a thousand gestures

Elegies for everything that won’t keep moving capital

I would like to write one sentence

As affectively grounded as one of Robert

Gluck’s sentences, who approaches the subject

Through technique to arrive back at the subject

Like Wojnarowicz says the dreams of his youth

Like he says of the replication of himself

The rope trick called subjectivity

When has a soul mattered more than

Wojnarowicz staring down from space

Wanting to engage himself from that haunted

Condition that is the injustice of plague

I would like to write one sentence that

Could touch the catastrophe of our collective body

But I am trapped in the hell of this being a person

Elegy for the truth that won’t escape with me from my youth.

--composed fall 2012