Macrocircles, Microcircles

As I sit at this round table
with the socially condemned
the deviant and
divine human souls
not otherwise specified,

I cannot help but ponder the nature and formation of the Universe,
so dreadfully random.
—this unjust genetic lottery
—these cursed phenotypic fates
that we
so-called “unlucky losers”

When it was her turn,
one teenaged girl asked,
“OK so, should I read a poem about hating my body or attempting to kill myself?”
We find nihilistic and
comical moments like these through our suffering and
sure, there is a beauty and artistry and
safety and
release which
runs through circles like these   but.

What happens when it breaks?
We go home and the torture lives on
these conniving neurochemical demons
swim around
like a basin of poisoned water
swishing around in
volatile   circles.

If only the compassionate energy of this macrocircle could
completely replace the suffering of these microcircles.

I will never stop praying for us.
I will never stop fighting for us.
I will never stop researching for us.

Off with my head!

NO, I will not have a threesome with you
NO, I do not want to DO everyone
NO, I am not just going through a phase
Nor will I pick a side.

NO, attention is actually the last thing I need when kissing a femme and
NO, I do not have to sleep with a man, woman, trans, and non-binary individual
one by one
on your living room couch
to prove my identity to you.

BURN ME AT THE STAKE why don’t you?
’cause I’m pansexual.

I am also a scientist and
an artist and
I like to swim and dance
I like the show 30 Rock and
I know this is kind of intense and
a little TMI but…
sometimes before really busy work weeks,
I like to make big pots of soup
let them cool
and then pack them in portioned out Tupperwares
so I don’t have to worry so much about cooking later.

…in any case, you best
’cause I’m pansexual!!!
I will seduce your girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, and pet cat to leave you!
I define sacrilegious–
Shaking my hand will give you an STI!

before I infect the town with crabs!
at all women’s bathrooms

Go on
forget equal human rights
Continue killing off my kind with stigma-induced suicide
It’s for the betterment of society after all
and if you want to keep your cat.

Death by Yellow Fever


Pause when you look at me and
blink a few times to
see more clearly because
when you see me
I know you aren’t really seeing me.

Words like

are written all over me;
Your Cursed Words
so far from reality.

My body wasn’t made for you
You’ve fetishize me through hungry eyes
You’ve purchased me online as mail order brides
You’ve hired me as Gwen Stefani’s pet puppets in fashionable disguise.

My body wasn’t made for you
You’ve casted me in your dehumanizing exotic fantasies
You’ve assumed that I’ll gladly join your groupies
’cause you know,
it was already OK with your primary…

My body wasn’t made for you

So let me clear the clouds of your faulty perceptions and
So let me unfog the cast on your lenses and
allow you to  s e e  me
for the
I am.

Astrological Empathy

Millions and billions of stars inside my head…
Each star
connected to another star
connected to another star
connected to another star
connected to another star
to form an intricate,
complex web and

They tell tales;
paved by the past
activated in the present
to map out the river-flow of the future and
this is the story
of our  c o n s t e l l a t i o n s.

At times,
one constellation may wonder why
another constellation is a rra     n  ge      d
the way it is
a     r         ra   n    ged.

With an infinite number of properties and combinations possible,
we must see that
every constellation is unique and
present for reasons beyond
conscious understanding.

Perhaps an earth-wide acceptance of human astrology is the key to
Peaceful      Progress.

You say you want bones, But…

The Gorilla's ThroneOn Her Rumble HOUSE Throne: 14″ x 20″ Acrylic on Corrugated Panel 
Painting by Rich Theroux

You say you want bones but
bones never quite do
No, they never do because once you have bones
you’ll only want more
so don’t wait for more bones to emerge out from beneath
the waves of your sheaths
because the pretty mirrors
aren’t always so clean—
with a noisy fog that constantly hovers
from the the fights with your mother
to the judgement from your brothers
to the shame from your lover
to the lies from magazine covers.
Its only when your Body lay
paralyzed in pain
fire turned to ashes
washing your breath away…
on the bathroom floor
It’s only then you might realize
that she deserves so much more
More than the bullshit that’s been poisoning her hearts core:
—body hatred as normative
the Body is divine—
her lungs fill you with energetic life
her brain holds a brilliant mind
her muscles and bones allow you to dance in the sky
and her warm heart: a beautiful kind.
Your Body is divine
so give her instead
unconditional love and empathy
Listen to her cries and respond
and soon you’ll see:
a firm promise she keeps
with no one else to please
she’ll joyfully set you free.