A head glued in colour

glue head

 

 

 

head of glue
things stick
coloured points
blend over time
balance dried
fault breathes

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A gringo dancing familiarity

so i went to hang with classmates,
and i ended up reacquainting myself
with the past that died.
i was exposed to latin culture,
something of which i’ve not
experienced since i was young.
to be surrounded by such being,
infused my time with pleasant memories.
i found that the people were raised
upon a rhythm felt,
not taught.
for this,
i was witness to
platonic camaraderie.
i felt much a part as
i did separate.

Ashamed of being

just because i have a penis,
doesn’t mean i’m a dick.
well, not entirely.
some people deserved
to be fucked,
but that’s besides the point.
and no, this point is not
located between my legs.
not that you’d be able to find
anything substantial there.
i’m ashamed
to be a male.
please, forgive the past
to which currently
makes me guilty
of things
i’ve not done.