At the burning noon
At each small glimpse of the sun...
what is life? (haiku)
multitude events...
Everyone's low-
head hung high...
You can't tell me you don't want
creamer in your coffee...
The women cry through day and night,
they bathe in sundry tears...
I can smile away
And be on the gray...
Sectioned into my only place.
Given to me by the greater man...
This is a poem on a topic I take very seriously...
When you're single...
Drudgedly hung
The harp-bow strums...
They stop and sneer, hate, judge and fear
They mock all that which you hold dear...
I have seen the tortured minds of my generation...
insanity naked in new birth...
Well that got your attention didn't it?
The title is not true, in fact I SUPPORT Gay...