It’s the news that
you know is coming yet
you never wish to
hear it’s never uttered
by those involved but
shared by someone else
he’s dying I’m told
it’s a sucker punch
you think of him
first naturally but then
as the shock washes
over you you think
of yourself and remember
it’s the remembrance that
pulls the air out
like a vacuum picking
up dirt and dust
and then they come
the tears oh the
tears not because of
sadness but of joy
for then you know
that he will go
and he will remain
a part of you
Category: Gay
Desire
At first I tried
damming my desire at
its source from where
it erupted from ground
but that simply spread
backwards to outlying fields
turning prairie to swamp
Removing the barriers I
innocently watched as to
where the craving wished
to go and at
its end built ramparts
containing it there but
all withholding it did
was breed parasites and
other nasty things that
fed upon another’s flesh
Removing them I let
it go and upon
finding its freedom eventually
ventured into another becoming
not two but one
and this one was
mightier than the two
ever were and they
scraped and grew but
not all rivers make
it to the ocean
Land is a trickster
giving enough to excite
never enough to warrant
it absorbs never absolves
had this land beneath
my desire been rock
then we would’ve washed
to sea but instead
it was sand the
last bastion the final
silent fortress and there
is where desire died
there long before I
knew that I would
TurnInTurn
Some of my favorite
things is watching change
as nights turn to
days and days turn
to nights as sun
turns to rain and
as rain turns to
sun as summer turns
to fall to winter
and then to spring
I guess that I
like the turning most
when friends turn into
lovers and lovers turn
back into friends there’s
a rhythm a pulse
in things that change
a drumbeat that’s seen
and yet never heard
Attic
Wakey Wakey world
I’m already up
drinking my coffee
having a smoke
and quietly wondering
what to write
to you today
Do I tell
you about him
he who now
occupies the attic
of my mind
you know there
the place where
we put things
no longer needed
but maybe will
be seasonally the
attic where secrets
are squirreled away
like nuts never
to be found
again the attic
way up there
the farthest away
from my heart
nothing ever goes
down from the
attic only up
from the heart
do I tell
you about him
maybe one day
when I move
and must choose
what to pitch
which to keep
and which to
tell you about
WantHave
I think I prefer
being by myself alone
because wanting is so
much easier than having
wanting simply requires finding
whereas having requires keeping
finding is much easier
all that one has
to do is look
but having requires blindness
the ability to overlook
to blink to swallow
and then to take
I think I prefer
to simply be alone
because when I’m alone
I can see and
I can wonder and
I can choose whether
or not I want
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 