Sweet Ruin (He is Me)

Mesmerized by a beautiful supernatural creature
unlike any he's ever met,
an immortal assassin
is caught between desire and duty.

It is almost impossible
to reduce the sweetness
of cookie dough once made,
without further reducing the quality.

Project MUSE promotes 
the creation and dissemination of essential humanities,
from love to dessert,
me to me, you to you, all sweet not-forever ruin. 

Grappling with selfhood and manhood,
his voice is muscular, conversational, sprinting metaphorical,
clustered to speculative meditations, 
timelooping back, digressing his way into the richly American interior. 

I try to capture the landscape of my generation:
sex, friendship, music, fashion, high optimism and disillusion,
with what Robert Pinsky has called
“the saving vulgarity of American poetry."

My autobiographies of destruction
reveal that defeat
is a natural prelude to grace and loss,
a kind of threshold to freedom.

First person or third,
the angry, funny songs of death,
erotic disaster, spastic alive life survivors,
poetry links the everyday experience in short, sweet ruin.