THE PARTY THAT NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN

High as kites fly in the park...

Michael kissed me in the dark

of drug eyed haze of party

prison...

Refracting inmates like a prism

hung from crystal tears of god boys...

Strung out pretty tinkertoys

of men I've seen all of my life...

The boys in halls...

The men in malls...

The human nature carving knife.

And nothing found in airy word...

nothing seen or said or heard

in conversations all around

me...

Do you see what I see fondly

touching hands to throbbing cocks?

Do you fear the closet jocks

that gather round these queer attractions?

The angry dread...

Of words unsaid...

When human nature denies it's actions.