I’ve Come to Pee in Your Lake
I’ve come to pee in your lake and lay
claim to that which wasn’t given to me,
like the men of history who sprayed their
golden liquid and built up their dynasties.
I’ve come to jump off your deck, plummet
into the straight-talking water with my rolled
body ready to conquer. I’ve come to make a deal.
I’ve come to make ripples. I’ve come to open my
eyes and feast on your horizon of sky, a luxury so
large, you can’t pull the heavy curtain over. I’ve come
and now, I can’t wait for this whole place to smell of me.
That’ll be the last fly I ever kill, that’ll be the last blood I ever call forward, that’ll be the last time I play God, that’ll be the last mourning I’ll be accomplice to, the last whim of rage I’ll lean into, that’s the last swat I got, I proclaim on the street, that’s the last buzzing I’ll meet with brute force, this is the last body I’ll be indebted to: blue, green streaked face, furry and so small I couldn’t see your eyes when I swung, if I just saw your eyes— Even you, shit eater, are so goddamn beautiful, why is everything so goddamn beautiful? It ruins / lives.