Pretty Boy

Pretty boy

I like your nails

You make me nervous

You make me jump

 

I like the way you move

and strut your stuff

 

Pretty boy

I like your hair

Would love to run my fingers there

 

I like how you spoke

and where I could stick myself, you told

 

Pretty boy

I’m not enough

I know I’m not what you want

My eyes see you for but a minute

But eyes don’t lie when they see

a beautiful spirit

 

I’ve been rejected in this place, before

Eyes don’t lie

At least you made me to smile

Why Must We Say Goodbye?

To say goodbye can mean to cry

I cannot lie, I do regret

I’ve met you, but we never truly met; never did we truly connect

for there’s something blinding you to my eye

 

But we must say goodbye because still

there’s something binding you to my life

We’d rather not regret, we all seek to connect

I wait now for what comes next

 

Now that we have said goodbye

And yes it makes me cry

Even if this farewell is something good

I never know what I’ll do

 

But still, I can see you in my life

Poem

Everyone thinks I’m a weirdo
the family thinks i’m a weirdo
Natalie, why can’t you love me?
You can’t stand the sight of me
With alcohol on my breath
I’ll take any chance I get
and come up to your house
and arouse suspicion amongst neighbors
because this gaylord favors you
Drunk skunk I am
Highly favored you are
baptized by my scars
weirdo to your mom
you’re all on the run
from me
Drunk skunk I am
and you have your plan
I am the slime beneath your feet now
Where once were roses scented sweet, I was
Have your way with fate
have your way with hate
both like to play
but you’ve borne a sad game
I know my place now
but how could it come to be?
for when i kissed your breast
you said it best about me
I know my place now
Underneath your feet
where you long for me to sleep
I am your trash
but your heart knows better
An interlude for 2
couldn’t it be me and you?
must it always be for me, dinner for one?
can’t you and i have eyes in love, again?

Cosmic Cockroach. A comic.

Submissions for ideas for strips are being accepted.  🙂

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So the story goes, that one day the pet store was making room for its new fish display.  A bunch of fluorescent fish food flakes fell behind the shelf, and landed on and all-around our new-found hero.  Being a roach, he was by nature inclined to roll around in the stuff and consume some it, just some nibbles.  And the rest is history.  Upon discovering the power these flakes (of which the brand remains unknown to this day) endowed him with, he promptly had a cape made for himself by a friendly moth, and being anti-bug spray was the greatest anarchist mood he could muster in himself at the time.

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I Think Back To 1986

I Think Back To 1986 (To my parents)

Wander the college greens
Do not think of me
Focus on your studies.

Do not think of him
Do not think of her
Do not follow this whim
Only think on what will be conferred.

Sit in your class
Do your math
Don’t look at him
Don’t cross paths.

Don’t do it, don’t do it
I probably yelled from above
From the dreamy skies
That made for your hub of love.

But I want to live
I want to be here
So perhaps live it out, just a little bit
I want to live!

I want to live!

Woman

Woman

Woman, beware of me
And all that I may possess for thee
And all others just like me
You know not what we possess in our hearts

Woman, be kind to me
And the others just like me
Though you know not what we’re about

Woman, think of me
When you’re walking gracefully in love
I cannot make-up to thee
What I am

Chuck & Buck

buckI haven’t written about a film in a while, and this weekend I was inspired to finally write about this film, called Chuck and Buck. Somehow, it suddenly made my way back into my head over this past weekend; it is a film I saw a couple years back with a former partner of mine, at the MOMA. Iy is in fact a “gay” film (sort of), or rather, it will be seen as such in the eyes of many, should you choose to ever watch it. As I think of it, and I think it struck me then, too, it was interesting to watch a movie IN NYC, that was made in 2000, prior to 9/11, let alone an art house “gay” film.

In this review, I seek to point out some flaws in the way we as humans tend to want to condense things. The film revolves around Buck, who is most likely a person somewhere on the autistic spectrum. Sadly, if you read other reviews of the film, he is referred to as a “man-child”, which does not give the character justice, and which I cannot stand. He is childlike, but also rather indifferent, which takes away from some qualities of that which is childlike. Then, there is Chuck, now Charlie, his best friend from childhood. Throughout the film, we are not quite given the full picture of either character’s backgrounds, other than they were super tight, and… you can probably begin deducing already. Both men are in their 20s. Now, pay attention, because some of what I just said will tie in with another post I shall be writing later.

At the start of the film, childlike Buck, about 27 and living with his sickly mother, discovers her dead in one of the rooms of the house. This jumpstarts the whole “Chuck effect”, him being back in the picture, when he flies back to their childhood town for the funeral, and the 2 former besties reunite for the first time, after Chuck had moved away when they were still youth. Almost from the start, it is evident that Buck pines for, and always has, for Chuck (Charlie). Charlie has a fiance and a new life in California, however. It quickly becomes obvious, that as children, they engaged in activity of romantic and sexual nature. And THIS is where I really want to jump in and get away from the film itself.

As human beings, we tend to want to label, box everything in, etc. How many times have I spoken of this? What this movie brings to light, is how you cannot really flat out label someone fully as gay, bisexual, what have you, simply for certain ways they have lived, things they have done. Charlie was the older, slightly dominant one. You can tell, that Buck, poor Buck, was the highly sensitive, malleable, and vulnerable child, probably dominated by his mother, the mama’s boy. When Buck are Charlie finally confront each other, after loooong and looming avoidance of their childhood past, it becomes evident that Charlie, being older, instigated their sexual activity together as little boys. There are many things sad here. Sadly, many people do not seem to get the concept of love-deprivation, and there are many factors at play in this movie, bringing things to light, whether that was the writer’s (who plays Buck by the way) intention or not. Charlie, was probably a completely love-starved boy, whose parents didn’t pay much attention to him, OR, may have just been a more selfish creature (also due to love-deprivation), but spoiled, and of course, deep down inside, as we all do, felt unloved. And I feel, that this is why he would have chosen Buck as his closest friend. If you picture the character of Buck as a child, thinking already that he is sweet as an adult, you’ll probably think: blonde, sweet, soft, etc… And he, being this way, and having the older Charlie in his presence, most likely subconsciously tried to escape the suffocating effects of his mother/ parents, etc. So, he looked up to Charlie in more ways than one: he was an escape, and on top of that, coming from Buck’s end, thinking of what he had in terms of family at home, was even just a PHYSICALLY comforting presence for Buck. So for both characters, being male and best friends, there is also this distorted vision of one another, when it comes to comfort. I am in no way stating that homosexual behavior is wrong; what I am stating is, both children’s need for it and actually engaging in it as children, is rather distorted and leaves me with a sadness. The greatest sadness here, is that Charlie does not wish to acknowledge what he has been in Buck (who continues to look up to him and pine for him, even in adulthood)’s life. Resolution and some sort of peace come when the 2 finally make love as adults, but Charlie refuses to stay with Buck the night.

In the person of Buck, one does not know fully who, what and where he is. We do not know fully what he is molded into. All we see in the film, is his longing for Charlie. And Charlie, is either, gay, bi, or neither. Perhaps he simply needed affirmation as a child, and this is how it occurred. The same goes for Buck. Buck still yearns for him, but we never really know if Charlie is just cold and cruel, (selfish as I mentioned earlier on), and is more content to make money and live a life that “looks” normal. After seeing the film, I always felt that Buck was merely blinded by Charlie, and had nothing but Chuck in his eyes. There really is no way of concluding if Buck himself is gay, or if he just has had a life-long fixation with this one person, who happens to be male, and does not understand, and feel fully, what love is, what the sexual experience and attraction is for, meant for, and about. How sad to not know what love is, it’s true nature, and to “love” and chase someone, who shows no signs of knowing it themselves.

Another film I wish to review later is Mosquita and Mari. Stay tuned.