the gay single's operetta
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm. --Ezra Pound
winter's cold feeds the body's heat
the 8th avenue stops that now go to hell's kitchen
the slushy streets that mark the semen waiting to shoot
the many hearts that go round and round the avenues
the pretty gay boys balancing the latest trends on their hips
the rugged SRUFFS waiting to exhale the sweat piss cum that drives them
juxtaposed against the lonely furlong hearts that retreat into their zero zones
the sad ex's who pretend to be happy clowns running in circles
the sadder still little gay boys trapped in the bodies of the submissive
longing for love but justifying their loneliness with the occasional child's play
the friendwithbenefitsfuckbuddy pretend partners who keep their mates trapped
the gay play of plays that plays itself incessantly while real male couples scurry away,
while gay singletons watch from afar wondering how not to engage
the song that repeats itself, the body that decays while the heart beats less
the disconnected blend of emotionless whispers and caresses that serve the masturbatory intermission
the schism of desire and physicality 'gainst the sensual love that fizzles away
the fear masked as courage that mocks the loving words
the naked dancers who yearn for the touch of love while being penetrated by the familiar
replaying old stories and games that bring them back to facing a fading mirror
re-staring the year as other years were started--with the promise of love that bears no fruit
singing the song in their head while the chorus of the lonely applaud and yell, ""bravo, bravo, bravo"
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm. --Ezra Pound
winter's cold feeds the body's heat
the 8th avenue stops that now go to hell's kitchen
the slushy streets that mark the semen waiting to shoot
the many hearts that go round and round the avenues
the pretty gay boys balancing the latest trends on their hips
the rugged SRUFFS waiting to exhale the sweat piss cum that drives them
juxtaposed against the lonely furlong hearts that retreat into their zero zones
the sad ex's who pretend to be happy clowns running in circles
the sadder still little gay boys trapped in the bodies of the submissive
longing for love but justifying their loneliness with the occasional child's play
the friendwithbenefitsfuckbuddy pretend partners who keep their mates trapped
the gay play of plays that plays itself incessantly while real male couples scurry away,
while gay singletons watch from afar wondering how not to engage
the song that repeats itself, the body that decays while the heart beats less
the disconnected blend of emotionless whispers and caresses that serve the masturbatory intermission
the schism of desire and physicality 'gainst the sensual love that fizzles away
the fear masked as courage that mocks the loving words
the naked dancers who yearn for the touch of love while being penetrated by the familiar
replaying old stories and games that bring them back to facing a fading mirror
re-staring the year as other years were started--with the promise of love that bears no fruit
singing the song in their head while the chorus of the lonely applaud and yell, ""bravo, bravo, bravo"