Cinderella Castle
Lonely Christopher
Cinderella Castle
The weed delivery guy paused outside my door
And texted, “Can I come back and suck your cock?”
So there he was on his knees in my living room
As I packed a bowl, wearing a t-shirt with
Mickey Mouse with a knife in his skull on it
I could see from where I stood this dude
Had a tattoo of Mickey’s gloved left hand
Giving the finger, flipping the bird
Administrations for the Florida man
I came on his tongue, looked like a peppermint
Pooled there, he sidestepped into the bathroom
Returned with his boner out, I knew the drill...
His sunglasses clacked on the floor
Walt Disney said, “A kick in the teeth
May be the best thing in the world for you!”
Nobody ever tried to chase him down in an automobile
I met the husband of the gay man who ran for president
I found a bag of letters to Santa in the woods
The stranger with the dirty palms
Stymied our caravan, racing pulse
And opened a solemn scroll: there was my name
Bully, someplace his body’s wearing thin
Lords of bitterest poverty, heed this spell
Swirling in a cauldron of neon Manes
A limb cherishing the princess’ valuables
Tenfold to your house what you visited upon them
The old rancher squinted at the land
He strangled and robbed to acquire
Ranges full of beasts, told his son:
“When I’m dead, all this will be yours.”
Let us get high up in the autumn branch
Pull down the bodies marring sightlines
Suck on this media, nobody gets to forget
What your fathers did with those sordid revolvers
We’re all stewing in a puddle of bad liberty
A toy cruise down precious waterways
Automatons frozen in repetitious predation
Chuckling mutts somersaulting wieldy gusto
Pull off that face in the tasteless desert
Mangle the sycophants’ tuneful revue
There’s a mass grave of broken dreams
Hidden under Cinderella Castle
Ghoulish troves wishing away reality
As pride gives way to agony.
Lonely Christopher is the author of the poetry collections Death & Disaster Series, The Resignation, and In a January Would. He also wrote the short story collection The Mechanics of Homosexual Intercourse and the novel THERE. He is the founding artistic director of Inter Poets Theater and his plays have been presented in Canada, China, and the United States. His film credits include several international shorts and the feature MOM, which he wrote and directed. He works for homeless queer youth and lives in Brooklyn.