The Morning After...

A new poem, Weird, up on YouTube. Check it out!



(Special thanks to Aidan for artistic help and camera work. Read his Traumatic(ly Random) Reviews here: http://traumaticreviews.blogspot.com)

Ok so...
last night
was weird
Wonderfully weird
Beautifully weird
and every awkward moment of it
broke me somehow
Tore the mile high brick wall
of my confidence
down
in one soundless breath

And as you lay there
naked
the taste of my cum still on your lips when we kiss
having unravelled the entire universe
with just the sound of your voice
you stare at me
daring me
with those dark eyes
like two burning constellations
to put it all back together
before you.

As if all this was just a game!
As if the need for oxygen
was just a myth!
You smile at me
nonchalantly
while inside Im Fumbling
Asphyxiating
Burning
in the vast expanse of your bed
clinging to you in the dark
for fear that if I let go
I might just drift away
into nothingness

I love that you break me
into a million little pieces
I love that you can just so carelessly pull apart
the fabric of space and time and
my pitiful little place in it.
Though it scares me
Though it terrifies me

Last night
was weird.
It was exactly everything
I didnt expect it to be
And just when I thought
Id got it all figured out
Just when the world began to bore me
It was something new again
Something Strange
Wonderful
Confusing
Weird
Scary
and awkward...

But wonderful.
Wonderfully weird.
Beautiful.
and beautiful
and wonderful
wonderful in ways
I hope I never understand.

Sites of Resistance - filmed in Fabulous Poeti-Scope!

Just when you thought it was safe to go onto YouTube and not see the latest and greatest video by yours truly, Leopold McGinnis, poet, author and wearer of neato eyeglasses...IT IS NO LONGER SAFE TO GO ONTO YOUTUBE AND NOT SEE THE LATEST AND GREATEST VIDEO BY YOURS TRULY, LEOPOLD MCGINNIS, POET, AUTHOR AND WEARER OF NEATO EYEGLASSES!

You've been warned.

*Filmed in fabulous Poeti-scope*


Sites of Resistance (from my poetry book, Poetaster)

In my kitchen
A spoon in the fork drawer
Mismatched chopsticks
A knife operated toaster

In the living room
A painting by nobody important
askew by 2 degrees
Books arranged with complete disregard
for the dewy decimal system
Or any system for that matter

In the bedroom
A drawer full of dead batteries
and elastic bands
Coins in jars taken out of circulation
and stored under the bed frame

In the bathroom
Mold that creeps into the tiles
A clogged drain
A toilet paper roll too far
from the toilet seat

These are sites of resistance.

I can beat-budda-beat my feet
on the pavement one thousand times a day
and make nary a crack
nary a scratch.
I can scream at the top of my lungs
Uptown! Downtown! Crosstown!
and reach nary an ear

But these are my sites of resistance
They may be small
But together we will fight
The Tyranny of Order!
The Hegemony of Structure!
The Fascism of Eternity!
Everyday
In the kitchen!
In the bedroom!
In the bathroom!
In the living room!
These are sites of resistance.

New Video!!!!

Just in time for Halloween!

Yes, it's been over a year since my last video...but it's always been my goal to another one done. This one looks particularly great. The text is below the video. Enjoy!

Put a flower in your hair

lover

so I can see you at night

as you creep through the graveyard

re-animating the dicks

of the dearly deceased.

Trapped deep in the ground.

they are pushing up more than just daisies

when your black black soul passes by.

If only they could speak!

If only they could sneak a peak

through the dirt

beneath your polka-dotted skirt…

if only they could feel more

than the touch

of your black stilettoed heel

thudding in the overworld

If only they could comfort themselves with more

than the clip-clop clip-clop clip-clop

of you fading away

the sound haunting their memory so long

they’d swear it was their heartbeat

starting up again.

Mama always said to stay out

of dark places

but that’s where you shine

baby doll

Even your dark dark hair

is washed out

in the bleach of that awful awful sun

but at night

let the wolves howl for you

the moon leads the way

to tonight’s show

don’t ever let them tell you no

life lives where the living don’t go

so please

put a flower in your hair

for me

when you pass by my grave.

More videos coming soon

I hope to get not one, but TWO videos out for October. That should make up for the 1+ year of nothing. I'm pretty excited. One will be halloween/psychobilly styled, and the other a poem that I included in Poetaster - one of my oldest poems, actually.

I already filmed the footage for the second poem tonight. All I need is time to edit it, so you may see it sooner than later.