Since I know that
You’re watching I’m
Going to prance around
And act silly and
Maybe make you laugh
And then fall next
To you and watch
The sun dance through
The orange leaves of
Autumn listening to you
Trying to convince me
That’s my favorite color
Category: Gay
BitterPill
I think that most
People do believe that
It’s their duty to
Point out your imperfections
Because it is easier
Than facing their own
It seems that self
Truth is hardest to
Hear the bitterest of
Bitter pills to swallow
They lodge back in
Their throats and spew
It back on others
Home
And there in the
Far I saw a
Yellow window glowing where
The road does stop
Behind me darkness swallowed
Night but up ahead
That lamp whispered welcome
Home though this home
Was no home of
Mine but an inn
I found comfort there
Amongst strangers who soon
Became friends in the
Thicket a new home faraway
From my familiar one
Tourists
I imagine that my
Heart is like a
Bus filled with tourists
On their way to
The Vatican each with
It’s own purpose many
To be splendidly wowed
Others for the gelato
A few for blessings
Each elbowing the others
For room some even
Saying mama mia as
They’re pressed like garlic
So many so packed
Believing that there’s something
There at the end
Yuck
Love has a bitter
Aftertaste it lingers and
Like a dog that’s
Just eaten a bug
I spit and wipe
And wretch and gargle
And swish and finally
After the circus has
Left town I can
Once maybe cautiously taste
Love again but with
One eye closed obviously
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 