My life is over. My

Lord

That was such a long time ago
There were different people on the earth
Yeah, maybe, I was.
I could be your Father Figure, I could kiss you
Like I am kissing my self,
A taste of salt
Come clean

Straight is the obvious choice
Gay is a bit more of a challenge
That's what makes it worth it. -I am not having
Any of it

I want to go to a bar and to plant

Myself permanently on a seat there

I have too much to do

And now I'm not doing anything.

Keep track of my movement.

I will tip the bartender and he
Will fall over
Who is cute

My life is my  Wegmans’ now
Still it could be worse
It is cold
Inside -
But I know you can
Be warm.

Tell me to

Take my time,
Things are cooking
On stove,  This iz my
Opening salvo.
Cow bell.  -Back beat.

I am following the yellow brick to a destination,
But I am already there

Opening Salvo


Art and Beauty reside side by side along with
Reality and toughness .
The sooner I can transform
(Bring it forth,)
The better

As far as I'm concerned;

Never the two shall meet
Inside of me

I lived

Once

I'm not short
You're tall

Every time I write a poem it doesn't matter.
Every time a hurricane kills a town it doesn't matter
Every time I am born,
Every time that I die
It doesn't.
When I am angry
It doesn't-

My back hurts and it feels like I am being swallowed by my ******* house.
 - And it Doesn't,
Either.

What is it going to take to make a difference-

A serious crime
Like my handwriting.

My bed is a cocoon.


A floating
And moated sand castle
and I unravel

in a dream of reality


Come into my humble,

Pretentious abode
A bubble

and stay the night
Draped in silken sheets.

There’s physical death of a man,
and the death of a gay man,
Which is he being
cut off
from being gay,

or Bein’ a man
in every way.

Touching it
Daily
And, then, it begins to fade, a dying flower.
a dry tongue
no saliva
no blood.