Leave the past behind
March forward like Romans
But rather than laying
Waste to the countryside
Instead plant the seedlings
Of love hope wisdom
For those three things
Will gain a foothold
And bear bountiful harvest
Long after you’ve gone
Category: Gay
MenHa
So many many men
Who look like men
Have egos as delicate
As a freshly iced
Pond in late November
One awkward step and
It disintegrates as quickly
As a sugar cube
Dropped into hot tea
And you’re left blinking
And wondering why what
Part of not interested
Is so damn damaging
As you watch them
Run under the hem
Of their mama’s skirt
SmallCorners
I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
WhatIReallyWant
There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
UghYuckBleh
Someone tell me why
I forget my nose
Until it is stuffy
Or why I ignore
My throat until it’s
Scratchy or my lungs
Until they are filled
With little green goblins
Ugh I hate being
Sick I am the
Biggest baby of all
*achoo sniffle sniffle cough
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 