Thursday, September 23, 2010


Pale white flash of the crook of a neck
I tried to cry but it came out as a cough
Yellowed lights in back alleys are killing me
And the bat is missing again

He bled out on the street that day
Moonlit sugar coated red
He wouldn't let me call the ambulance;
His last breath took my telephone

She was dancing to death
In rainboots at the party
Her wide eyed stare told me
She craved the attention

They told me, "Just this once
I'm ok being invisible"
They're out in the woods
Exploring wildness

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Weird Sense Of Humor

Between farming in the rain (no, see, this is FUN!), cleaning, parenting, and pretending to pre-read my coursework. And sometimes actually reading it and getting angry about it....I have been laughing my butt off over Hyperbole and A Half whenever I could over the last two days. Seriously, this lady's sense of humor involves pasta with speech problems. She's truly amazing.


And I keep having half-formed poetry shreds about electric chairs.

I'm pretty sure I made that up.

...No I didn't.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

HARSH rant on inequality - Class Privilege Edition

This entry has a playlist: 
Regina Spektor - Prisoners
Regina Spektor - Oedipus
System of A Down - Prison Song
Sublime - Pawn Shop
"But it was also clear that an all-around increase in wealth threatened the destruction--indeed, in some sense was the destruction--of a hierarchical society. In a world where everyone worked short hours, had enough to eat, lived in a house with a bathroom and a refrigerator, and possessed a motorcar or perhaps even an airplane, the most obvious and perhaps the most important form of inequality would already have disappeared*.

If it once became general, wealth would confer no distinction. It was possible, no doubt, to imagine a society in which wealth, in the sense of personal possessions and luxuries, should be evenly distributed, while power remained in the hands of a small privileged caste.*

But in practice such a society could not could not long remain stable. For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realize that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away.*
--Orwell, 1984
*emphases added where asterisk appears. Where 
Orwell already employed italics, I may add bold.

I have referred to myself as 'Diversity's Poster Boy' for many reasons. One example: I have experienced true Hunger and Homelessness (who brings Hunger with her anytime she comes around). The stupefaction of need is real and pervasive. It damages your brain. Literally. It can induce neurotic behavior, especially in parents (classism but check 3.12 for documentation anyway).

Painting by Menekse Cam used without permission.

As with any form of oppression, it discourages Hope. Hope begets Wonder, who begets Inspiration, who begets Reason, who begets Action! Instead, there may be a sort of self-protective, overwhelmed disidentification with the system. "As it does not represent me, I do not participate--for my voice goes unheeded."

Reading this just brought all that forward for me. Those who have not experienced pervasive Need may be offended by what they're about to read. I don't care. Grieving is the ugly side of Finding Jester.  All the people with disabilities... gender nonconformers... people of color...survivors...  un/deremployed with tons of bills hanging on to life with 2 fingers...It starts to feel intentional. Living it feels like being abused in a whole new way.

I am hurt. I am angry. I AM ENRAGED.  I want to storm the kitchens of the privileged and TAKE their food. I want to scream at them YOU WANT TOYS NOT TAXES?? BONUSES WHILE YOU GIVE LINE WORKERS PAY CUTS? YOU DON'T HIRE CRIPPLES AND QUEERS?? THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO MY FAMILY!!! I want to frighten them and let them watch in horror as I introduce them to their own greed. I want to smash their pretty dishes and machines and break their spatulas and wreck their pans. I want to take their staple ingredients and fling them on the floor and in the rainy street and watch with mocking eyes as they try to feed their children. 

I want to look over their shoulder at the mirror to see the shame in their eyes as their complexions and body shapes and physical capabilities fall to shit. I want to cancel their credit cards so they're stuck with clothing that fits them no longer--and they can't buy makeup or haircuts or enough soap for their clothes to be clean. I want to do it again and again until they learn what it is like to be truly Poor. I want to watch them grow DISPIRITED and unmagical and understand how nothing is beautiful or safe when you're cold. and hungry. When you can't think and you're tired all the time. And your clothes are gross. And you start getting panicking in grocery stores and kitchens cos your brain is screaming that buying fruit might mean you can't drive to work and if you eat it your kid can't so it goes to waste in your cheap fridge that doesn't keep it fresh real long. And you feel your teeth break in your mouth. And a thousand other things.  And people who don't know what it's like laugh or look at you funny. And how once this all starts it's hard to stop...

It's not right and it's all true.

Small Town Romance

My life like a tv show:
I walked into greasy spoons,
My friends behind counters
Cheering warm in the dark
And endless cups of coffee
His history with me forgiven not forgotten.

Outside the drunkard wailed Tom Waits
I saw a woman, a vampire version of herself
An endless parade of used bandages and condom wrappers
Ancestral memories of places I've never been
The smell of older types of bombing

Through that door another dimension
Here we're flushed and smiling
Worn tile, fresh paint means
More than any diamonds
More than any praise

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Note to Self

If you're getting irritated about someone, it's likely you're letting your thinking conflict with your beliefs. Be Love, dummy.


  Oh--and I just noticed I flubbed the link for the Legalise Trans* shirts! Looks like I did it right this time. Purchasing this shirt THROUGH THIS LINK will support both mine and Aiden's surgeries. Plus then you're a walking billboard for equality. ;)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Rant on inequality

 Conversation on facebook around the article 'Skewering theories of ‘hard-wired’ gender differences' has me thinking. 

Suzan commented that "the emphasis on gender ... in the last 20 years or so (is) somewhat reactionary, a reification of socially mandated sex roles."

As a dad, I immediately flashed to taking my little to Toys R Us and how their toys are marketed. Blue and green on the right, pink and purple on the left. Why are our toys separated by gender?

What's the difference?
A lot of people would not see a problem with that, but kids who have different "rules" for the same toy can have trouble playing together. Through association, that can become a social divide that (since it's an experience that comes before the ability to analyze) is invisible. Creating enmities where there are none challenges Community, and Community is Power. If we're united and Solid, we can make this world what we want it to be.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Mostly Sincere

This is your secret love note
a sticky square marring a wall, bare,
with seemingly meaningless phrase.
I posted it when I knew you wouldnt be there
You'd arrive after I was gone
off to dance with monsters.

Illogical confessions: I'm afraid of the clear mirror
I disappear to keep the beast from baying in your ear.
Glib reasoning offends with polite mistruths
Plays possum to the pounding boots of another
Hardly breathing in a forest; dying of thirst in a bar

Witness the one who doesnt know what they want
Witness the one who doesn't know who they are.
The Lord loves the sheep; leading Himself to a slaughter
The Lady looks upon Queen Anne's Fool.

How can I convince you to fight fire with water?
I should say, without teaching you to starve at banquets by mistake.
Jumping out of windows should not be attempted
Until you know you're on the 14th floor or higher.
Most people sign these notes 'most sincerely';
Mine will have to read 'sincere, mostly'.

So I just found out that my friend and his wife might come take care of me for awhile after surgery. I'm really hoping that pans out. Being a single dad, surgery--while necessary--is gonna suck.I just need to get the money together. So buy my poetry will ya? Or a Legalize Trans* shirt:

Show your support for my needs--and the rights of all trans folks--with this shirt. Proceeds go to my surgery and Aiden's, too. Click photo or link above.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Way hey hi hello!

Hello hey hey hi!

I broke like Humpty Dumpty
And knocked the trees all down
It wasn't very easy
To wear a martyr's crown
So now I'm walking backward
Throwing eggs and leaves together
Inside a box with silken locks
My way of Finding Jester