The Song of Red

Creative Project of Gender and Sexuality in 20th and 21st Century Poetry, Fall 2021

I've been seeking and finding, hesitating for nothing
just 'cause things ain’t always the way it seems
what I’m seeing is blinding, my feeling is numbing
can’t comprehend what the meaning is by all means
I lay, I wake, I contemplate, I fake, I hate all these shit I can’t relate
till the dreams have set in west I rest and sat in every single shade of grey

come and look it’s all gushing up
and it goes ‘round and around
what are you waiting for?
another pretty day with sun it gets sickening
you’ll find a way

I have been waiting on, for something to come
this night is dark and sharp
it penetrates dull lungs
I’m gonna take it slow
we move at different distances but I’ll follow you…

why am I feeling so caught up our hands never touch
just wanna hold you so tight where the tides are never high
we’re going down in that fire when it’s pale and we catch light till we collide…

I had followed your back to Icchantikas and it looked so fine I
couldn’t tell how long we had been walking on that line
never have to figure out the one only secret you hide
think I might just leave it all behind
loose the measure of space and time and plunge into the one that is open wide
I can see you standing on your rock and just stare into that again, at that again…

black is white and white is black so tell me why am I so red as f**k
in that stucco house or in this dark room I will be flyin’, just flyin’