It snowed
last night
and the
city lights
bounce off
and into
my window
creating a
heavenly glow
around you
as if
you are
other worldly
which of
course I
already know
you are
Month: March 2024
WriteYou
I want to write
about you but the
memories were placed in
the attic in a
box and going there
to find them is
just too much work
maybe just this the
thought of writing about
you will be enough
for I hardly think
that you even do
that much for me
since you never did
in the first place
NoMoreGay
I simply cannot
will not and
never will understand
the preoccupation with
sex that gay
men have what
is it exactly
that drives them
to make bad
decision after bad
decision and then
dare to wonder
why they can’t
find love am
I just old
or old fashioned
am I jaded
this selfish hedonism
this disappointing engorgement
of physical pleasure
will bring being
gay to its
knees and when
in interment camps
despite the oppression
this monkey business
will be seen
as just another
kink or fetish
I am turning
my back on
all of this
rooting around others
letting the animals
feed on themselves
Now
Lamp blind cup
and curtain water
cloth wash and
brush lift crawl
slide and cuddle
arms hands hair
and cheek to
think conjure create
and write about
this right now
Ways
I find me
here in silence
maybe the tick
from my watch
reminding that time
is slipping away
like the drips
from the eaves
icicles which started
as snowflakes that
began as ocean
and became clouds
all things go
their own ways
and the best
we can hope
is to see
them as their
one thing once
or another twice
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 