Dust

It is, was, were and will always be a filthy place.

Please don't... try.

Pump me full of drugs and

things to remove my lucidity.

beat on me, use me and remove my facade

crumbled and crumpled on the ground

I cry so long that six feet tempts me.

And then I damn you to Hell for the hell you placed me in,

I curse you and you strike me and drug me and remove

my lucidity

Cast-offs, hand-me-downs, waters-under-the-bridge

bitter Spirit, the spirits burn... as one by one they go down.

Churning, they are burning.

My piece is my peace and your final resting place.

Indignant, you may know too much, but is...

there such thing.

I'm so old now, so lesser, a lesser being, beginning to reach towards my end.

No one remembers, except the dust in my filthy place

however, it has promised not to tell.

Written 11 pm -ish December 31, 2014.
Written by Chad Linder
In order for four-fourths of everything.

Bi-bi double trouble

bi-closeted they said so, to do it

I drink to touch you... and him

I drink to touch him... and you

I suck because I suck, you suck,

I suck him... I, I fuck you, I don't make love to you

I'm gay, I'm not, with a murder looming I thought

that I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not into you

and you are not into what I am because

you rest comfortable in bigotry and pomp

and all of pomp's circumstance.

Bump after bump, clearly you are not my drug of choice

your voice is ire and stills my choice.

Your noise is boys and oh dear gaud yes sir!

Yank, your doodle... dandy, because-I-am-a-dandy-

and-Mandy u-r-a c.r.i.m.i.n.a.l.

It is all so surreal for an appeal.

For your judgement.

Angst, ire and grime it is now time to be in...

double trouble

Inspiration and muse

I opened you up to a treasure that

in immediacy was incomprehensible

but when you opened yourself up to

your reality you made my gift

seem sand grain, mustard seed, infantile.

Be a magic that can sustain those you reach to

bathe in a light multitudinal and monumental.

Be genuine and magnanimous except with those

who will use your light or attempt to dally with your

spiritual elevation.

Be forever and transient

Light, love and us

for I'll be there on a sunny day and

in the light of a street lamp.

Please dream of me, because I do dream of you.

Fun in the Sun

I went flying through space

Tired of my terrestrial pace

Past the planets

Towards the sun

Time for a little fun

Around the fiery star I flew

Amazed by the magnitude

I felt renewed

Solar flares swirling ‘round head

How ‘bout a quick dip

Before I head to bed

I fly straight in for a boiling splash down

I take a big mouthful of the boiling

Plasma and spit it out towards space

My solar flare splattered back on my face

I swim down a few meters and

Am pushed back up by the boiling turbulence

My splashing arms at the surface

Have not made the slightest disturbance

To this mighty beast

I fly up from the surface of the sun

Done with my fun

I grow colder flying through space

Back to my terrestrial place

And a slower earth bound pace

Reluctant

I have the answers

The walls have heard me proselytizing

Many times

I bite the drywall to encourage a reply

Many times

Chalky dust in my mouth and mind ‘tis mesmerizing

Many times

The discontinued interest will belie the feigned insistence

Will you listen now so you can at least claim

That you were not listening then;

A conversation where you can chatter

To avoid a nervous silence.

I am white head to toe.

Vapor

Side saddle I ride you and I have not moved an inch.

Side saddle I ride you atop your heaving back.

I want a whimper but I get a sigh.

I am ghost and fantasy for if you knew I were here

You’d be left sweaty

You’re face down and sleeping.

Laying above you and off to your left

I am wondering what your shoulder feels like under tongue

Why you choose to remain there is part of your perpetual stumbles.

Your deliberate pain tired me to only coach you out of love

which you accepted with a magnitude great enough to make you feel complete.

Epiphany, you choke on your wonder

You sprang to your feet

Spellbound you feel heady.

While I fantasy you and leave vapor

Untitled

My ejaculate rests enclosed

within your dream.

Liquefying your sanity

and tempting your previously proud

craggy edge.

My scream rank with your thumb

to suffice my scribed efforts

frozen irony holding title

to everything new

holding claim to yesteryear property

year only

year only

year only for modesty to claim

decade antagonist

20% of my life.