My newest hobby is telling people
that I have a prom date, watching the drift of mouths
and listening to the refocusing
of eyes. I'm sure they don't mean
to be rude but they certainly make a good show
of their unkempt reactions.
"Really?" comes the pestilential chorus
as trains of thought rapidly switch tracks.
One stalwart, you may shudder
to hear this, expressed profound
disgust when I disclosed the girl's identity.
"I wasn't aware they let lesbians go to the dance.”
he says and I: "Well, you'll find
they cannot bar the doors to any
sort of trash. You're going right?"
Not a thing about this business seems (to my joying eyes)
quite belonging to its proper world. Yes, it's really me.
I, the wandering virgin-shaman,
must look quite at odds in their view;
despoiling the *** ritual
by stepping out from behind
the moon's galling rind of half-light.
To beat at my own tides? Oh, god!
The quiddity of my queer mind
is sacred like a water-walking rumor.
I find myself betrothed behind my back,
my role is sealed ere tightness shows a crack.
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
My newest hobby is telling people
that I have a prom date, watching the drift of mouths
and listening to the refocusing
of eyes. I'm sure they don't mean
to be rude but they certainly make a good show
of their unkempt reactions.
"Really?" comes the pestilential chorus
as trains of thought rapidly switch tracks.
One stalwart, you may shudder
to hear this, expressed profound
disgust when I disclosed the girl's identity.
"I wasn't aware they let lesbians go to the dance.”
he says and I: "Well, you'll find
they cannot bar the doors to any
sort of trash. You're going right?"
Not a thing about this business seems (to my joying eyes)
quite belonging to its proper world. Yes, it's really me.
I, the wandering virgin-shaman,
must look quite at odds in their view;
despoiling the *** ritual
by stepping out from behind
the moon's galling rind of half-light.
To beat at my own tides? Oh, god!
The quiddity of my queer mind
is sacred like a water-walking rumor.
I find myself betrothed behind my back,
my role is sealed ere tightness shows a crack.
© Cody Edwards 2010