Night light falls on hallway photograph

of life like men before disease destroyed them/him.

The light of day flash down upon him stripped

naked in that hallway pose from long ago

dreams of neighbor fag who died of A.I.D.S.

before I had the chance to curse myself

with his poisened blood filled kisses, cum

gushes, & needle nip clamps.

The harshness of beauty flows down from his

eyes & I understand the depth of his desire;

the bredth of his passion; the potency of his

longing.

I know that I was but a whelp when he contracted

the tainted spoiled man nectar of death that dripped

from his smiling face back down onto the cock from which

it sprung...

But it doesn't make me feel less guilty for never knowing him

or even a bit better for not wasting his sweet time with my

childhood adulation from the windows of my greasy hometown

school bus.

The afterimage of that god is haunting me with unshed tears of starlight.