praying in the barn/four-alarm fire/happy birthday

praying in the barn,

no cause for a
four-alarm

fire

[to burn down this
so-called ‘empire]

flesh cut,

red blood,

love ‘n desire-

[wallowing in
the mire]

‘i don’t give a fuck!’

you scream[ed] from
inside my ’89 pick-up
truck

as we stay
out too late

driving each other
insane,

driving to circle-k,

no, i mean driving
to every 7-11

in sight/we can find

cus’ it is july 11th
and they’re givin’
slurpies away
for free-

dom is in the way
you make
me cum;

liberty is in my fingertips
pressed in yr hips, in yr
pinched skin during sex;

the ‘pursuit of happiness’
and justice can be found
in the sound

my lips make when
pressed against
yr lips

are so soft-

i long to kiss

infinity with
yr hand
holding
mine;

with our bodies
forming spoons
as we sleep
beneath
many,
many,

moons-

if you forgive
me right this
second it

wouldn’t

be a moment
too soon-

red, white, ‘n blue-

i jest don’t have a clue,
i jest don’t know what
to do

tonight

i tattoo yr name
on my right leg,
inside the thigh

‘n wonder why? then
cry

while i

apologize

to every single star in
the night sky

then wish you were here
with me

underneath this expansive,
wide black canopy

if so, i wouldn’t need
any of these falling/
shooting stars-

praying in the barn,

no cause for alarm-

santa claus doesn’t
exist-

happy birthday! [save it/this
for or until december 11th]

if you let me,
i’ll wrap my
naked body

then let you open
me/be yr present-

at present i am praying
[repeatedly; for you
to come rescue, to
cum, to cum and
marry me/the same
things] over and
over again

in this barn,

no cause for alarm;

[the scars on my arms]

there aren’t, there isn’t
any such thing as a
lucky

charm-

and even though they don’t
exist i count my lucky
stars and charms
tonight

i

am

on my knees

with my left hand
extended, palm
open bearing/
offering

you the keys
to my heart

[believing is art;
have faith in me
please?]

take them, take these
keys, pretty darling

then
get

in

‘n drive me from crazy
to sane, drive me/take
me, take me out of
misery

and pain/out of this
acid-rain existence
and in

to a game, a fate
that is beautifully
different-

where we will always
win, where we will
always forgive,

where we will never
ever forget

to ‘say it’...

i love you,

whether or not
it is requited-

whether the weather
is cold or hot,

whether we are sick
or well [have our
health]

whether we’re poor or
have wealth/can afford
the world, this galaxy...

i love you

regardless

of whether or not
you marry me

i am not
going

to

take off

this ring

[as long as
i am alive]

i promise
thee.