Becoming A Man
Ganymede Updates His Status In Heaven
1:52am: Sucked on his yellow-green rainboot.
14:02pm: Partied with a glock pressed to my heart.
8:16am: Slapped the ass of the Newborn Son of Osiris.
22:37pm: Jiggled my keys and plucked a bicycle spoke.
2:00am: Passed by a flock of herons.
17:50pm: Followed into the back aisle of the 8th floor of the library.
2:23pm: Farted in the face of a good journalist.
5:00pm: Saw an eagle bearing a snake though it was a flag.
21:03pm: The strain of it died in a laboratory but survived in the general populace.
8:09am: There are songs it’s always worse to complain about.
6:50am: Sculpted from shame if shame could inform marble or clay.
5:01am: A pearl of precum on his Jordans.
5:01am: Stopped in front of a mirror for once and smiled.
5:01am: Caught the daylight on the rim of a mug.
5:01am: Thought I should recognize more herbs.
5:01am: Got jealous at the thought of Anne Carson going to Venice.
5:01am: Every empire becomes post-linguistic at last.
5:01am: Language entirely subservient to instant gratification with no need to design a wholeness.
5:01am: Football players & valedictorians gazing at my ass or navel.
11:17am: Cherry tomatoes bright as gumballs.
19:22pm: Desired to be Buddhist then couldn’t go through with it.
23:47pm: Summarized a day but left the purpose of it out.
3:47pm: Attacked my father for his failings.
12:53pm: Crashed the senate in the high priestess’s robes.
8:04am: Jerked at the rind of a melon.
12:13pm: Walked the dog and remembered to forget my phone.
17:59pm: Another ribbon I am expected to dance with.
10:33am: The most selfish ends are the only ones that guarantee me meaning.
20:38pm: The dusted lines of a basketball I found in the garage.
7:26pm: The most pure souls are forgotten.
15:45pm: What my last thought might be.
9:58pm: A salamander slumps in the mud and opens its mouth.
3:58pm: There are wrists that are limp but they do not need ornate daggers.
3:58pm: There are years when it seems best to dream.
3:58pm: An insurgent but not that kind of an insurgent.
3:59pm: Waited for my opportunity as the Dialectic ticked out.