Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Bi-bi double trouble

bi-closeted they said so, to do it

I drink to touch you... and him
I drink to touch him... and you
I suck because I suck, you suck,
I suck him... I, I fuck you, I don't make love to you
I'm gay, I'm not, with a murder looming I thought
that I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not into you
and you are not into what I am because
you rest comfortable in bigotry and pomp
and all of pomp's circumstance.
Bump after bump, clearly you are not my drug of choice
your voice is ire and stills my choice.
Your noise is boys and oh dear gaud yes sir!
Yank, your doodle... dandy, because-I-am-a-dandy-
and-Mandy u-r-a c.r.i.m.i.n.a.l.
It is all so surreal for an appeal.
For your judgement.
Angst, ire and grime it is now time to be in...

double trouble

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Inspiration and muse

I opened you up to a treasure that
in immediacy was incomprehensible
but when you opened yourself up to
your reality you made my gift
seem sand grain, mustard seed, infantile.
Be a magic that can sustain those you reach to
bathe in a light multitudinal and monumental.
Be genuine and magnanimous except with those
who will use your light or attempt to dally with your
spiritual elevation.
Be forever and transient
Light, love and us
for I'll be there on a sunny day and
in the light of a street lamp.

Please dream of me, because I do dream of you.