I'll never deserve your love,
And I'm glad I won't.
How insufferable would that be?
"Well, yes, thanks for that kiss.
I really do think, though,
That my greatness merits another."
"A present? For me? How sweet!
But I'm not sure why the dollar value
Isn't substantially higher."
"You'll stay with me till you die?
Of course you will.
Why on earth wouldn't you?"
I'm much happier this way,
Where every caress, every gift,
Every promise is an act of grace.
Noises From the Machine
30 November 2014
NoPAD Chapbook 19: Excuses
She was asking for it,
It doesn't apply to me,
This isn't my normal job,
The train was running late,
I was holding it for a friend,
A little one wouldn't hurt,
You don't know my life,
Everyone does this kind of thing,
That's not what I meant,
I've had a hard day,
And I deserve this.
It doesn't apply to me,
This isn't my normal job,
The train was running late,
I was holding it for a friend,
A little one wouldn't hurt,
You don't know my life,
Everyone does this kind of thing,
That's not what I meant,
I've had a hard day,
And I deserve this.
NoPAD Chapbook 18: Sweet and Sour
Complementarianism looks like
Bleary eyes before sunrise,
Crowding food-encrusted plates
Into an ancient dishwasher,
Your hands like prunes
From scrubbing yellow babymess
Out of faded sleepers,
Sweeping scraps of food
From under every chair,
Scrubbing every surface
To a hard-earned gleam,
Boiling your own laundry soap
From Ivory and borax
And Arm and Hammer washing soda,
Folding clothes you don't own,
And tucking in your wife at night.
Complementarianism looks this way
Because it demands
A husband's sacrificial love.
As Christ loves His bride,
As the Father loves His Son,
So you must love
The warm and yielding woman
Who shares your bed each night.
Bleary eyes before sunrise,
Crowding food-encrusted plates
Into an ancient dishwasher,
Your hands like prunes
From scrubbing yellow babymess
Out of faded sleepers,
Sweeping scraps of food
From under every chair,
Scrubbing every surface
To a hard-earned gleam,
Boiling your own laundry soap
From Ivory and borax
And Arm and Hammer washing soda,
Folding clothes you don't own,
And tucking in your wife at night.
Complementarianism looks this way
Because it demands
A husband's sacrificial love.
As Christ loves His bride,
As the Father loves His Son,
So you must love
The warm and yielding woman
Who shares your bed each night.
28 November 2014
NoPAD Chapbook 17: Afflicted
Despised, rejected, a man
Of constant sorrow,
Acquainted with grief.
How can this unafflicted life,
Bare of reviling,
Free of mockery,
Carefully calculated
To avoid discomfort,
Arrayed in respectability,
Be that same life
Of pain and humiliation,
Of service to vicious enemies?
Of constant sorrow,
Acquainted with grief.
How can this unafflicted life,
Bare of reviling,
Free of mockery,
Carefully calculated
To avoid discomfort,
Arrayed in respectability,
Be that same life
Of pain and humiliation,
Of service to vicious enemies?
NoPAD Chapbook 16: Explanation
He meets me at the door
Deflated like the balloon he holds.
Tears well in his eyes as he asks,
"Daddy, do they make balloons
That never pop?"
I ache for his ache as I answer,
"No, son, they don't."
I try to convey life's brevity,
The tragedy of entropy,
The ineffable longing
We all must somehow contain
For a better country than this,
But all he knows in the end
Is this insurmountable sorrow
That no mere explanation
Could ever alloy.
Deflated like the balloon he holds.
Tears well in his eyes as he asks,
"Daddy, do they make balloons
That never pop?"
I ache for his ache as I answer,
"No, son, they don't."
I try to convey life's brevity,
The tragedy of entropy,
The ineffable longing
We all must somehow contain
For a better country than this,
But all he knows in the end
Is this insurmountable sorrow
That no mere explanation
Could ever alloy.
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