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
Category: Creativity
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
Coffee
The night slips
deeply into sleep
darkness a veil
gauzy and thin
hides the lights
making them blur
it might be
my own sleep
shadows of dreams
difficult to shake
a heaviness lumbers
and drags itself
to the kitchen
starting the kettle
and then coffee
which will snap
like nights shade
Menu (for Lynn)
Lies and
broken promises
seem to
be the
dishes of
the day
where once
they were
seldomly seen
daily specials
have it
seems been
added to
the menu
available anytime
never ordered
frequently served
