Mental Space Invaders ’16

Here comes another
Mental space invader,
So special.
Here comes another
Mental space invader,
So really-real.
Here comes another
Mental space invader,
With his deception.
Biting into wounds,
Not letting them heal.

I want to see you hurt.
I want to see you real.
I want to have more fantasies
To occupy my boyish mind at night.

I want to see you raw,
I want to see you gnaw,
I want to remember this privilege
Have the inside scoop, the might.

Here comes another
Mental space invader,
Sharing his story.
Here comes another
Mental space invader,
Instantly cured.
Here comes another
Mental space invader,
With his narrative.
Getting something back
Is his prerogative.

She doesn't get this, she's a a girl
She cannot get how sincere we are,
What is she doing here, anyway?
It's a boy thing.

She never needed to be saved
Women are there just for the looks
They never feel anything deeply!
It's a boy thing.

It got her so down that her limbs went cold and then she went to sleep.
It got her so down that she questioned herself and sat down to weep.

- May 15th, August 25th, November 11th 2016


Traces everywhere!

Traces everywhere!

This poem was inspired by an e-mail I received from a man about ten years my junior who tried to explain me the same thing that dozens of them did before. I had heard it all. It was stuffed with entitlement, frosted with sneakiness, sprinkled with opportunism. I never responded and I just thought that the person might grow conscience someday. But yeah, the more I thought about it, the more gendered it was.

The phrase "it's a boy thing" was actually uttered by the amazing Gotcha the Cockatoo in this clip. I'm a big fan of that bird.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *