Initiation
by Colin Dodds
With one ejaculation,
I was exiled from mythology
and pushed into the streets.
I made my debut in that birth canal
that never gives birth,
but only replaces and replaces.
I found a spastic moment of peace.
And it bothered me more than loneliness did.
Its relief was just one more law sunk into me.
I was no match for that peace.
I spent half my life chasing it down
and the other half trying to escape it.
I wanted my desire to swell enough
to dissolve the rest of me
or to vanish altogether.
Neither occurred.
Not Built for Wisdom
by Colin Dodds
I spurned those who wanted
to be closer to me
because you can’t be god
in someone else’s heaven.
I told myself and them
that I wouldn’t be around too long,
that I heard music in my head
that was really music.
Only a sound, a voice
that exists completely
before giving a hint of itself
can appear like that, like music.
And I wouldn’t be so
selfish
if it didn’t seem that what I had
was so specifically my own.
[copyright Medium Rare Publishing, 2003]
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