Together

We have forgotten
What was fought in
Case you were wondering yes
To your question
My generation has forgotten
What was fought in
The 80s by our people
All the needles
Are forgotten
But we must stop them
From what got them
Confused about the truth
Of what AIDS looks like
What it does to a life
Because so many young gays
Take way
Like...way
More than one pill a day
For pains
They aren't having
So to them grabbing
One more for health, hell
Might as well
Bare ride that tight
Ass all night
Because somewhere they were told
In the voices of cold
Enemies of us
All we do us fuck
And shoot up
Thats life for us
Thats what were told
And we hold
Onto those views
Fathers warn you to stay
Away from those gays
Lord knows one day
They'll try and fuck you
But fathers never take
Back what they say
When some day
His son says he's gay
They mostly stay
silent, away
we fear the mistake
We've just made
Because maybe
Father spoke the truth
Ten years in the future
And a boys now a man
Trying to plan
His life with a man
But don't think he can
Because he's supposed to be a slut
And sluts don't wear condoms
And nor does the truth
It speaks to you
From the past
From the fast
Times of the 80s
Where our people crashed
Into each other and dissolved
My peers aren't involved
In their story
Don't realize the glory
Of a life without the shock
Of loss after loss
While each of the best
People met death
And you wait for your own
They feel so alone
Not knowing the home
That used to be our community
They have no more unity
Aside from one common thing
Not what you'd think
Not gay
But the way
They behave
As a result of what someone they loved told them
About them
About us
The truth they need to hear
Is clear
We stand united and accept them in
To a group all the better because of them
And we care that they stay
Even if they
Dont want to play
In some naughty way
There's more to us than
What only one man
Can do with one man
It's what we can do
As a group
And what we can prevent
With a sense
That's unified
And fight
Together
Which is a word
Seldom heard
But needed.

Gift

Cover me in your soft, foreign tongue
Cover every inch of this American boy
With tales of what you have learned to be the truth
As the truth in another language
Teach me how your vowels hold themselves
Against the howling rise and fall of your meter
Allow me a chance to hear the song of your language
Free of lecture or explanation
I am at the mercy of your speech
Left, pleasantly and content
In a mysterious soundscape
I will trust that
You have no intentions of insults
That your words are flattering
Or honest
I rest, with pleasure
In the modern exotic landscape
Of your speech
I ask only that you whisper softly
Everything I need to know
But you cannot say in English
What cant you tell me in my native tongue?
What about you has to be said in words I don’t understand?
If you find that there are baggages
Secrets
Issues
My fresh and tender heart cannot bear the weight of
Do not deny me honesty
Rather
Place your gifts, wrapped
At the doorstep of my forehead
My earlobes
My Adam’s apple
My lips
And leave the unwrapping
To me

Male

Abortion? 
I won't ever know
A child in my stomach

But I do know the gestation
Of a mystery
And that miscarriage
Over and over again
Of never realizing motherhood
But realizing 
It is not
For me
To say

How Wonderful

How wonderful
That you're finally paying attention
Now that I've started
Treating you like shit
But 
I would
Could
Never keep this going
For your sake
Nor for mine. 
And your much anticipated
Attention
Is shrouded all the more
In tragedy
Because of it's means
Now I know, certainly
That you'll never know
How wonderful...

D.C. Gays

Ask me
To forgive
Your ignorance 
Your materialistic puppy dog capitalisms
Your immaturity
Your insignificance
Your rancid asshole arrogance
To forgive
And ask you for 
Your heart. 
I dare you. 

Right Here

I am waiting right here
Right
Fucking
Here
Until you
Whoever
Get your lazy lover ass
Over here
And pursue me
I'm tired 
You 
Pursue 
Me
Court me
Ask for me
Expect me
Accept the surprise of me
Appreciate me with my clothes on
The lights off
In a different room
I am in no sort of hurry
I'll wait
Right
Here. 

Day 10

How can I possibly
Stay atop my addiction
When I'm wearing his
Clothes instead of my own.

My Rope

The tugboat should be my safety
The tugboat should be my safety
The tugboat should be my safety
Where is it taking me? 
Ignoring my anchor? 
Silent it pulls
Me through
Heavy dark morning wake
I was
Happy at the harbor
So quiet, so sure of itself
While, again
Again
It pulls me without consideration
But I'm still too tired
This early in the morning
To even fight
And so I cut
My rope
Goodbye
Tugboat.