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

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.