Billie T. Stark Ain’t No Man

Wildlings, our Featured Artist Billie T. Stark is on a journey of self-discovery. Here we are fortunate enough to enjoy one of Billie’s poems on his identity.

‘I Ain’t No Man’ collage created by Billie T. Stark

Billie Ain’t No Man
I ain’t no man
I take a notion, have an idea
It pops from my little brain
A flower from my pot, from my little clay belly,
like a little sissy boi Buddha

I ain’t no man
              I wanna be with the Womyn
And I wanna write but not like a MAN

How does a man write?
He measures      marks      demarcates
Surveys his domain like a      boss      Lord      patriarch
Then pulls out his ugly ol’ blood sausage
Pisses from it yellow & stinky like
A sideshow freak
Pisses & puddles the clay
Dribbles his pus down a copper plate and makes a green snaky line
Leading nowhere except to ANOTHER goddamn prick…

Another MAN on the schoolhouse wall

Men have their stylos & pointers & pens & pencils…
They use them to mark, make deep cuts, leave their brand
I won’t write this way
Maybe I won’t ‘write’ at all

To write: “to form letters by carving, scratching, cutting…”
I won’t cut or scratch or penetrate

I don’t actually FORM letters
I just let them happen, take shape inside of me…

Then they make or find their own way out…
through a song,
A breath,
A kiss
My lips on
My boyfriend’s lips or cheeks or his big, pretty cock

The words coming out erase part of the blue sky
and leave a trail of white cloud
Gentle and soft like cotton candy
White cotton candy but just as sweet

Mmmmmm….

I’ll dance nekkid, covered in mud, in clay…

No wildflowers in my hair
I didn’t want to pick them
I let them stay where they are and put on a show

Luv luv luv
I feel the luv come thru

That’s my ‘writing’…
Can I get rid of the “I”?

That’s MY ‘writing’…