Now it’s November
and as winter’s
chill sets in
and the days
turn more into
nights I’m reminded
I’m reminded of
whom and when
of where and
what of why
and they all
blow past me
like the significance
of fallen leaves
all having once
been summer’s dream
canopies as we
gazed through them
pretending and imagining
but like them
these do just
swirl and dance
and then go
to somewhere else
Category: Gay
ThatMeThing
I’m no longer
looking have already
found that thing
which hasn’t been
and it’s funny
when I recall
my own despair
I finally realized
that I myself
lacked this thing
and that I
then looked for
that very thing
always in others
thinking that maybe
just maybe but
never considering that
what that thing
was was me
You’rePerfect
I do think now
no longer feeling it
that loneliness as an
idea stems from a
lack of happiness with
oneself and a desire
for another’s attention to
somehow solve the question
why aren’t I happy
Why do you think
that God is single
after all it’s said
that we’re all created
in Its very image
God is single because
God is perfect just
the way It is
and logic insists that
if one’s a reflection
of another then are
they then not both
and not in need
of another or of
anything else at all
Fences
I have entertained
my wanderlust long
enough and found
that I find
most happiness when
I’m behind fences
freedom is fun
not very productive
I have wasted
time and money
looking looking looking
for something anything
in someone anyone
and the only
thing I found
is myself back
where I started
fences don’t prevent
they simply contain
my nature to
run somewhere anywhere
leading to nowhere
thinking…
I live
amongst words
but words
aren’t action
words may
propel or
even prevent
action but
action is
discipline standards
by which
we live
words may
herald sometimes
even warn
but actions
they move
words like
leaves shade
but actions
like fall
winds they
blow moving
the acorns
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 