When I talk
about you I
light up and
when I hope
for you it’s
only the best
and when I
think of you
I miss and
long and when
I love you
I can’t imagine
ever doing anything
else but that
with anyone else
ever but you
Were
I never wrote
a single thing
about to for
you even though
I had spent
half of my
life with you
I think that
this says far
more about me
than ever you
for you were
and that’s all
that you will
or should ever
be for me
SnowBounce
It snowed
last night
and the
city lights
bounce off
and into
my window
creating a
heavenly glow
around you
as if
you are
other worldly
which of
course I
already know
you are
WriteYou
I want to write
about you but the
memories were placed in
the attic in a
box and going there
to find them is
just too much work
maybe just this the
thought of writing about
you will be enough
for I hardly think
that you even do
that much for me
since you never did
in the first place
NoMoreGay
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 