These are the first inlets
into gay gerunds
while the loop-holes
are gaiety green

Child, o your windows
shrewd me in crude suckt
and i burn as a star dust
gramercy gape at your gap

I pet a beckoning threnody
not enamel crack of grievance
as milk vessels crevice
in lamb dental's

Moats that mould
can afford no out-lets
and when the bricks mature
biers erect ivory like dolmen

erotixa

slips in between the sterile beauty
the beast machine
nudges my chest
nipples still chilled
from the bold cold
that crept up inside
the last warmth

the light shines on fragments
of my shoulder
held together
by bad dreams
and lurid words

doll head dreams
on faded screens
"lipstick and tweezers"
she says sitting
straight up
eyes open
parted mouth

I've been lost in the eyes of the precious
and breathed gasps of air in so full,
payed no attention to the view from the crowsnest
putting too much faith on the hull.

I've found solace when sad sorrow was boss,
lost perspective in a wee child's grin;
was coerced to feel the sadness of a loss
to truly feel how it was to win.

I understand things much more clearly
from outcomes of events so damn weird;
that sometimes, the folks I hold dearly
will hurt me much more than I've feared.

In the parks
and parties,
he charms hearts
with his tricks.

He chases away
other's sadness
to fill the day
full of laughter

His colourful silly attire
makes people smile,
forgetting their worries
even for awhile

But he is a human
like you and me
bound by emotions,
his wants and his needs

Beneath the painted face
he struggles to survive,
living life at his own pace
to keep his dreams alive.