8.09.10

you don't read my work
you think it's bizarre-- pointless?
but how deep i reach

thinking about how
we and you and me might change
gives me a chill (thrill?)

at the black bottom
of deep seas, darker than death
our love swims, eyeless

i don't consider
myself a great artist but
it still feels special

i wish i could be
little bo peep, you're my sheep
fuckin' scram, will you?

4.22.10

should true love reveal
who you are, or do you have
to already know?

me: an old rag: torn
you: a Reinhardt: ultimate
canvas, or just flat?

Ad Reinhardt and one of his pieces

for Earth Day, I'd like
Mother Earth to envelope
me and let me rest

3.05.10

my life partner Kline wrote me his first haikus today. they're lovely.

a haiku for when we will spend a winter's day somewhere--anywhere--together.

there's a man reading
a woman sleeping, under
the snowy sky

on brilliant séjour,
speak softly the local tongue;
spring will be awhile

-JKG














one day we'll see the Northern Lights together and hike the fjords of Finland.

2.05.10 pt 2

I've recently been inspired by Rimbaud, whose bizarre French dreamscapes are the perfect mix of eerie, erotic, and beautiful.

tes dix doigts m'incitent
c'est lentement, au debut
mais ils me rendrent folle

your ten fingers incite me
slowly, at first
but they make me crazy

que tu es parfait
une trinité intouchable
une modele de force

how perfect you are
an untouchable trinity
a model of force

je m'agenouille
je vais faire l'eloge de toi
mon îdol, mon dieu.

i'm kneeling
i'm going to praise you
my idol, my god

ton chair, c'est comme les
prières des mourants a Dieu;
ferventes, chaudes, completes

your flesh is like
the dying's prayers to God;
fervent, hot, complete

2.04.10

sarah palin's book
i'm ashamed of it in public
but hooked in private

a sudden craving:
apple mixed with orange juice
i'm chug-a-lugging

i look it over
repeatedly, many times
and yet it stays fresh

i am determined:
jaxx, wag the shit out of your
tail for me. one day!

1.19.10

i am...
full of gold treasures
an egyptian pyramid
also booby trapped.

i am...
the grand finale
what you've all been waiting for
drum roll, please... tah dah!

i am...
space expanding out
i make the universe dance
black holes and red stars

i am not...
a mensa puzzle
you don't need to be Einstein
no need to solve me

i am not...
difficult like the
new york times sunday crossword
(unreasonable)

i am not...
starting trench warfare
i won't pour napalm on you
i'm a pacifist

1.05.10

My roommate's girlfriend got me Queer Magnetic Poetry for my birthday. (Again, the irony.) Possibly one of the best presents I got this year, minus a vintage Michael Jackson belt, because this means I can write haikus everyday standing in front of the fridge in the morning. It's been an interesting source of inspiration for the 'kus. There are lots of ripe words for use, but I'm limited to only what I have on the fridge.

Here's what I've gotten so far:

I
the leather dildo
transforms this commitment to
passionate wet sex

II.
ask, eat my gender
see her feel his intimate
baby touch me feel our












III.
I am hard to love
between open flames, there is
hot skin full of life

IV.
I have here a head
out only for show; no use
a big dressed up ball















V.
it must happen, change
after choosing the always
who can bear never?

VI.
together we hide
safe; body partnered with me
union, beautiful

why do I love chicago again?

nothing more lovely
than melting snow revealing
layers of garbage

11.20.09

better than a four leaf clover

how lucky am i
to have amazing people
drowning me with love.