Buying bicycles, my boyfriend and I stood in line. From the next isle over, a white-trash, rotted teeth, camouflage- fishing-hat wearing man says, “Hey, dude, what time’s the game tonight?” Momentarily unaware of his intention, I mutter “I have no idea.” With his laughter, realization and anger at myself for not saying: …
Tag: gay poetry
Absalom’s Tresses
Your unmatched beauty drives chariots and men, a teeming throng. Yet you garrote your own throat with your barbed tongue. Your fine face betrayed when I told you, “You are the precious last breath of a drowning man. You are rocks in my pockets.” You are my death. In your name, this…
Starfish
I love you like a starfish. When you break a piece off, I will grow another.
The great deluge
a silver cloud on the horizon, a storm of epic estimation, the prophesied harbinger of change will bring rain to fall for forty days, rising over the disbelievers, they will be towed under by their chains. a mass of water will plummet down this way washing out the idle foundation farms, houses, people─gone they cannot…
Knowing Sylvia Plath
I am surprised you have survived until now. Sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet. Father’s gun in the closet. Razor on the sink. Cold steel burns. No tears, only blood. I will never know love. Your parents will delight in one less disappointment when you are laid to rest. Rest? And you still think sleep…
closer than they appear
I watch you watch life through the rear view mirror not knowing what you’ve seen until it has passed and only then a backward reflection I watch you watch us fading into the distance looking passed our future never knowing I was left behind, lost in your blind spot I watch you leave and know…
Courtyard of my Dreams
I stood before you my soul naked. And you embraced all my faults and sorrows loving, accepting. There have been times in my life when I thought I would love no one not even myself. But then I found you standing in the Courtyard of my Dreams full of wild flowers in bloom, your shirt…
Blaming David
your smooth flesh is marble, etched hard muscles like no man [save supermodels] evanescent beauty is forever yours vita brevis arta longa the mold of you casts a shadow across me still how did you find the time to perfect mind and body and still work 40 hours each week? my beauty is rain in…
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