the last dynamystic
i am dumpunq,
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.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (2)
A nice flow was there. Fantastic.
It's a bold and thought-provoking expression that invites us to reflect on the complexities of life and the multifaceted nature of love and self-discovery, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.