Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Perils of Being a Browncoat

I don't even know how many
Browncoats notice
How hard it is to be a Browncoat
Because well, c'mon
We are only Browncoats
In the cosplay sense
Aren't we?
Because The Independents,
The Outer Planets
Aren't really a thing
Difficulty #1: 
Being so passionately 
Invested in something
That is not a Thing
OK-- Most Browncoats
Know that one.
So maybe you, like so many
Fans & Fellowships,
Idealize the Thing
That is Not a Thing--
Many Browncoats'
Love of The Black
Is rooted in their familiarity 
With the Final Frontier
We are Boffins
Bouncing about in Boxes
That are
Bigger on the Inside
We get that.
So we turn
Follow the Prime Directive
And Aim
To Misbehave.
I wonder how many
Browncoats have noticed
That Browncoats
Were Libertarians
Or Jeffersonian
In the very least
Vying for autonomy
From the large central
Nationalized Nothing
"You Can't Take 
The Sky From Me"
Difficulty #2:
Reconciling Values
Here we are in our
A mass of 
How many of us
Would fight against
How many of us
Would brave the 
Hardships of Liberty
For Liberty's sake?
How many of us
Would vote with our
And move away
From laws we didn't 
How many Browncoats
Would put a gun
In that holster
And fight
The glittering ships
Of the Inner Planets
With their medicine
And education
And pretty temples?
Would you even want to?
Would you be willing to let
The zealots burn their witches
So you could homestead?
Would you let the fires rage next door
In hopes the witches 
Came knocking and asked
For Amnesty?
The Alliance is a 
Beacon of Democracy
Maybe just tattle on the zealots
And let the Purplebellies handle it
Difficulty #3: Being on the
Losing Side
Oh, sure
We play like it is "so cool"
To be the weathered
Against the grain
For the rest of our days
Aren't we cool?
Dressing up as
Rebel soldiers
Veterans of a pretend war
That we would never actually fight
Because we are not willing
To take risks
And be free.
How many Browncoats
Are Browncoats
How many
Of us
Would fight
To keep the sky
And nothing else
Nothing. Else.
But the Sky

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Women Under 35

According to Janeane Garofalo
80% of women under the age of 35
Have no "thatch on their maidenhead"
I looked it up
The numbers vary
But wow...
Most young women
The map of Tasmania
Now don't misunderstand me
Your pubes are your business
Clearly this is a generational thing
And I don't want to come off as
Some crazy old lady
Shaking my fist, saying
"Kids today
With their pubic hair
And their music!"
I understand
Personal preference
Increasing pleasure
Lessening discomfort
Yes, yes, yes
Whatever helps you with
Reaching "Yes!"
Do that!
This has nothing to do with
Airbrushed Victoria Secret ads?
HD everything?
Photoshopped  catalogues?
Porn, Playboy
You know
Women who wear corsets
These days really do
Love them
They are pretty
And sexy and,
When worn responsibly,
They help with your posture.
But there was a time when
The rigid binding of a corset
Was not about preference
As much as it was about
A standard.
Is a standard
It's the fucking standard
Make your maidenhead
Into what you like
Get into the zen
Of tending to your garden
Fine. Fine.
But fuck the standard
No partner worth their salt
Requires the standard
And so fucking what
If they do?
That is your cue to
Send them packing
The only standard
You should abide
Is your own

Wednesday, May 21, 2014


She sent a picture of herself
With a gagball in her mouth
Straps underlining her cheekbones
Color too glossy
On her lips
Full and fully posed
The pretense
Fully false
Like tricking the new maid to walk into some one's house
Or crashing a party
Or funeral
My hostility was immediate
And I would have blown it all off
Ignored the gag with the gagball
But for the insidious mode of
Invading my space.
I will take the low road
To put things right.
I have never regretted the karma on that.
I ride its wave
Like I'm surfing.
The provocative picture
Began to alter
It was not so much a gagball 
As a large pink pom pom
It filled her mouth in much the same way
She looked tired
Like she had been holding a smile too long
And now her expression was giving way
Lipstick dull
Just a little drool
And a lot of hope
That the ploy works
Not yet realizing that no,
It hasn't.
Now the gag is funny.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Armed Forces

I am not jingoistic
Or blindly patriotic
I am not comfortable
singing the praises
Of a nation
Engaged in
Problematic policies
And conflicts
When I stand at the bar
With a man who has seen things
Nobody should see
Done things
Nobody should do
For Country
Still carries on
I am mystified
The core of him
An unsettled stone
Liquid quartz
Through granite
And he smiles
Because smiling
Saves him from tears
For now
The tears do come
Streaking through rock
But let's smile and laugh
Until then
And send the stone swinging
Make fun of ourselves
And our Darkness
Let me stand up for you
Because standing up
And fighting
Is what I do
I fight 
Let's laugh about it
Then send me into battle
I am armed
And ready
Let me fight 
For you
Let me right this wrong
For you
Let me
Break a window
With my heart
And make something right
Something I believe in
I am armed
And ready
To fight
It's what I do

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Just Can't

I just... I can't (sighs)
(Closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and begins again)
There are days when I just can't take it
I. Just. Can't.
Oh, sure
I can vote
And wear pants
And go to school
I can sue
For discrimination
I can call the police
For help
But a girl was sent home
From prom
Because men were looking at her
They blamed the girl
For instigating impure thoughts
While following dress code
Walking on legs she was born with
(sighs again)
What does that mean for the rest of us?
One girl in one town at one dance
Who. Just. Can't. Be.
There is at least one girl
In every town
Like her
Like me
But technically
Women have equality now
And feminists have no reason
To bitch
And rape jokes are just
Especially when told
By silly girls acting slutty
On stage
Why would anyone take that
Silly. Girl.
We just can't!
Get a sense of humor
It doesn't mean anything
Look how equal we are
Getting away with rape jokes
(Lets out a short, bitter laugh)
This must be
What Equality looks like
Women joking
About rape
The way men joke
About rape
Why aren't you celebrating?
I just can't

Friday, May 2, 2014

Remembering The Battle of Hogwart's

If I could...

I'd put it in a penseive
Not another thought I'd give
To fictional cost
They're not really lost
Except to the boy who lived



It turned out, as we privately predicted,
That Professor Snape
Was a great hero
A man carrying a quiet burden
And the secret tenderness
He possessed was poignant
And endearing
Yes. Yes.
But damn it. 
He was so very mean
To Neville Longbottom
My Neville. 
My Neville because he was exactly
The sort of wizard-- witch, whatever--
I would be
Actually, he was the sort
I hoped I would be
Because I doubt I would 
Ever be as clever as
Or as creative as 
And of course I'm not the Chosen One
... maybe I could be Ron...
No... too timid to be Ron
At best...
At best I am Neville.
Totally afraid.
But wow...
To be that afraid
To feel like you
Can't do anything right
To cower under
Snape's piercing gaze
To swallow all of that
And lead
A fucking revolution
How bad ass is that?
That is my boy right there
That is who I want to be
To feel I suck at every turn
To fear Failure and
Death and
Pain and
Still be
To fight
Be sure
I will die
Because I am not 
Good at anything 
But to put up my fists
Raise my wand
Wield my sword
To fear
I can't do it
But know
That it is too important
Not to try
Show me the tear
That reveals
Snape knew his cruelty
Would make Neville
And I will forgive him

Thursday, May 1, 2014

April Thirtieth (published 5/1)

They played like the place was crowded
Three of them
Three of us
Two guys behind the counter
No cover
The crowd had been there
This was the last set
But it didn't sound like the last
How lovely
That the last songs
Of the last set
Should sound so alive
Energetic and joyful
Right up to the end