My Fundamentalism
Homo-phobic, sure. Xenophobic.
Misanthropic. Misogynist. Racist.
Solipsist. Narcissist: some redundancy
in all these ics and ists & it amounts to
fundamental Fear & Hate & welcome to
the First Church of the Crippled & any
one can join once outed & the cover-
up's no longer adequate: leaking limp
and lame shall enter first; no talk of golf
or coming out parties of the debutante
kind; potluck suppers and holy smoking
prayer meetings possibly, with plenty of
coffee
Hello, I'm Sam: hate-ist addicted to fear,
sealed into my bubble-self for sure—box,
cave, culture, custom, convention, closet —
bad listener enthralled by my pond-image
man in the mirror convinced it's all you &
you & you & not me I see. .
We can talk.
I'm out, damnit.
I'd pretend if I could get
away with it some more time
after time longer covering up
my cripple creek & make nice if
it weren't obvious how much I fear
and so, of course: hate.
My bad as they used to say.
Undeniable.
You got a problem with that too?
Ya'll come back, you hear? crippled,
cracked & crazed, stunned & stunning,
pre-requisite for Stupid Club: My
Church of the Hobble-de-Hoy.
Not for every body and you may not be for
every body either I don't blame you See:
right there—Homo- Phobic.
xxxooo, Young Goodman Brown
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