Invitation

Come.

Come rejects, come
unfamiliar, come
unfortunate and turquoise
from holding your breath,
you’re welcome.

Come unremarkable
and sticky leftover faces,
you’re welcome.

Come sexy
block-built blood sausage
kin, you’re welcome.

Come.

This is a dim place
paved with embers
but it’s not impossible
to brush aside the floor
and find your place.
The walls are full of razors
but lean against them carefully
and you’ll find rest.

Come, I cannot urge you
enough, come.  We need you,
born of skin and rage, of
some errant parental mistake,
of heritage of smoking water
and acid farm, stinking of
slight and disfavor, street stained
and completely out of place,
come.

Come and we will fill each other.
Come and we will eat the arms of power
and wed in the light of pyres.
Come and link eyes and cheeks
with the remnant folk of divine discard
and learn to slink as dogs do, tongues wagging,
permanent smiles on our furry lips,
the best friends the kickers of dogs
will ever have.  Come neutered and resentful,
raped and fleeing, safe and restless in affluent
storm drains, risk-friendly wealthy lovers
of filth, ermine fingered, ruby worshippers
at the hearth of fantastic breads: come.

We will butcher the cows of Eden
and explain our hunger for eons after.
We will burn the grains of salt mines
and marvel at the flavor of tears.
We will speak in low voices of tree hearted stars
startled by the force of our longing
for the velvet force of rushing wind
and the iron whisper of mountains falling
upon the necks of kings.

Come.
There’s need of all of us now,
dented as we are, alternative
to clean and tidy, contrast to
mild, challenge to bracelet and ring,
tattooed incisors,
pierced through our revolvers,
branded frontal lobes and no dice
worth throwing with all sides rubbed blank
long ago.  Come

and stand.  Just stand here.
We will be the fence of honor,
falling before the riot,
pointing forward.

Come.

See the very name
of light itself
begin to shift.