(to JH)
When did it occur, dear brother?
When did you become this hollow man-woman?
When was it that you fucked away your last scrap of soul,
Dicked thoughtlessly to a nameless, unattractive body
Now piled onto your crypt-stack of whorish, diseased corpses?
When were you first infected?
When was it,
That you became so obsessed with being gay
That you stopped being human? Continue reading Ode To A Closet Drag Queen
Shingled rooftops,
Cloudy skies—
This is where
My memory lies.
Keeps of Chaos,
Shouts and yells—
These are where
My fondness dwells.
Snowy school days,
Games of chess—
Here are hours
I cherish best. Continue reading Memories
After seven years…
Back on the old school grounds.
It’s late.
I’m trespassing–
No one cares.
There’s some new equipment in the back playground:
Now, there’s a wooden tower, and a rope bridge.
If it were there seven years ago…
I would have played adventurer.
Standing at the tower’s peak,
I would have been mad when others intruded;
‘How dare they intrude into my fantasy?!’
Seems like people might call that ambition. Continue reading P.O.V.
In this world, and on this earth
Dwell two types of people–
Those that live, and those who are dead.
Those that carry love, and those who carry fear;
They that take chances, and them that shrink from gambles.
Which is the better of the two?
Those who fear will die in their stillness,
But they do not acknowledge or realize this–
Is ignorance truly bliss? Continue reading Perthro