the last dynamystic

dynamysticistics and

minor inconveniences

about his love for my wisdom,

always write in the way

of his artifice.

no brakes;

no breaks;

no wait in this line!

worn couture as a skin-suit

if had his way,

self-identified as a fuck-puppet -

to be worn out proud;

like a rodeo clown,

at the county fair;

to be spontaneous;

like you only got one half

of the hour you paid for;

for people so full of surprises.

be a man for a wildboy to be.

a space to inhabit him,

to be how he comes undone.

to be cherry-picked first

from the good, or the bad,

or whatever we made up

to still be love in a lesson.

no pause for the wrong,

necessity, or invention.

who died and made it competitive,

like it's an act of kindness?

as queer as a paperback penguin,

non-fiction hitting too soon,

this isn't living as prim or proper

like using a mop to broom.

i come plural already,

ready and waiting,

for the future:

i claim its promise.

i am dumpunq,

the last dynamystic,

my own antagonizing protagonist.

what i know of my story

can only be told in the unspoken.

when you can hear that,

then you will know me.