the sweetest tongue

Two Poems

Saturday, January 27th, 2007 | Artwork, Poetry, perpetually single | 1 Comment

Mannerisms

You

flick that wrist
like no other

as if

you owned the world
and all its glamour

listen

only to Lagerfeld
and your mother

what

do you think
of Cindy’s brother?

Lust

I woke up this morning
on my stomach
reclined on
all fours

and i imagined you

entering me
from behind

as I slid
back
and
forth

rested
on my stomach

as you entered me
from behind

as I slid
back
and
forth

my face
in the pillow

as I slid
back
and
forth

you grunting
in shallow breaths

as I slid
back
and
forth

until the imagination
is spent.

it’s
time to start a new day.

I’m Jealous of Justin Chin.

Sunday, October 22nd, 2006 | Poetry | 1 Comment

I’m jealous of Justin Chin,

I’m fuckin’ jealous of Justin Chin.

I found your name at age 13,
when I googled
gay
asian
poetry

Your words like fire,
Burning me up from inside,
Making me want to

spread my homo gaysian poetry
scrawl it on bathroom stalls
and hope someone reads it
while waiting for the next john
next trick
next wanker
next cock
next straight white male wanting lunchtime release.

Here’s a personal one.

Tuesday, August 8th, 2006 | Poetry | 3 Comments

To Father

How was it

That we talked so much,
But never talked about anything at all?

Somewhere amidst the cooking lessons, the family histories, the critiques of restaurants we frequented,
even at the end,
As we spoke to each other, me in my bastardized Spanish and Cantonese, fumbling with my words as you spoke with authority on matters in both tongues,
I knew there was a life lesson,
To live and enjoy what precious time we had.
And yet you told me so little about yourself.

It was others that had to tell me?That you came to Santo Domingo when you were 17,
That you were the romantic one, chasing Mother all the way to Tennessee.
That you were the one who relocated your whole family to Puerto Rico, and drove around in your Mercedes convertible talking business, politics, and the best way to prepare a roasted pig to feed a family gathering of a hundred.

You had a concussion back in ‘86,
It led to the tumor you had to remove in ‘97, and you lost your voice, your ability to walk, and the independence you earned for yourself.
You lived in America for 40 years I knew you for 18 and I never heard you speak a single word of English.

My first nervous breakdown in high school,
I barricaded myself in my room, driving Mother Mad,
And all You could do was sit outside my room in your wheelchair,
Peering into my room wondering why I was in a corner,
Rocking back and forth to some rhythm that was keeping me calm.

I was engulfed with being myself, Father,
Thinking that I knew I was gay, and being selfish like I was,
That I would lose you if you knew.
That you would order someone to cut my legs and hands off,
That we would never go out on our Saturday dinners again,
That you would favor the eldest son again.

But I lost you to something else,
That night I stayed up late and heard you cough at 5 in the morning,
Awoke an hour later to Mother’s screams,
We tried CPR but it was too late.
And I told you finally, as your body lay growing cold next to me,
Before the family came, cousins, aunts and uncles,
That you had a gay son, and that he loved you very much.
Que su hijo es un homosexual, y te amo mucho.
Ngo jongi hong nam jai, Ngo oi ney.

I Forget

Friday, May 5th, 2006 | I'm a bitch and I know it., Poetry, bitter queen, faggy tendencies, journal | No Comments

Sarajevo never got me down.
Bosnia was just an afterthought.

Sometyimes when I grab the box
with The Next Best Thing,
my hand falters.

This is the future of the World,
And nothing’s gonna stop me.

Tear the box from my hand,
tear the plastic
pull the wires,
lick the plastic silicone perfection.

I write at exactly five o six,
2 hours before sunrise,
and in 24 minutes my phone will ring,
It’s another day.

More Projects

Wednesday, January 25th, 2006 | Artwork, Gay Bloggers, Poetry, blog entry | 3 Comments

I present to you some screenshots of a project I am working on at the moment, a site for Atlanta LGBT poets, Atlanta Rainbow Muse. It too will run Wordpress to store all the data, but it will have a monthly magazine and Poetry archives.

Launch date: February 7th.

I Was Thinking of You

Tuesday, June 14th, 2005 | Poetry | No Comments

Listen to me as I speak a poem. Background music courtesy of Garageband.

Small reprieve due to poetic inspiration

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004 | Poetry | 3 Comments

Such a slow day.

The abstinence from drugs makes it so.

What drugs, you ask? Sex, poppers, and carrot sticks.

The gloryhole is the altar of cock-worship,

Where you worship the endless cocks,

Feeding the male ego and his lust.

What is needed,

Not more cock!

You don’t want to have too much cock to handle, piggy.

You learned about portion control in kindergarten.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10…

I struggle to count the number of sexual partners I’ve had,

I don’t know if I should include my washroom indiscretions.

Pick & choose, pick & choose. It’s all about statistics.

Best of all, only I know the true number, if I remember it.

Forget purity, America.

God gave us life, genitals, and an insatiable lust that you and I can only wink about.

wink, wink.

Sex, poppers, and carrot sticks.

Poetry Time!

Sunday, August 8th, 2004 | Poetry | No Comments

Here’s a poem from one my of favorite Spanish poets.

Despedida
written by Federico Garcia Lorca

Me despediré
en la encrucijada
para entrar en el camino
de mi alma.

Despertando recuerdos
y horas malas
llegaré al huertecillo
de mi canción blanca
y me echaré a temblar como
la estrella de la mañana.

Listening to:2004 DNC: Teresa Heinz Kerry (7/27/04) from the album 2004 DNC: Teresa Heinz Kerry (7/27/04) by Teresa Heinz Kerry

Poem: Why Diet, When You Can Do Crystal Meth?

Monday, April 12th, 2004 | Poetry | No Comments

Why diet, when you can have cum on your face,

And sticks like honey at the base of your tongue.

allen ginsberg is a god

Monday, February 2nd, 2004 | Poetry | No Comments

Quote from Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Please Master”

please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love dops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster