Pantywaist,
This shows no taste.
Light in the loafers,
Maybe for gofers.
Squats to ***,
Who? Not me!
Limp-wristed,
It it’s twisted, maybe.

***** and sissified,
Maybe somebody lied.
*** and ******,
You’re a bigot.
Bigass Fruit,
Zoot and all root.
Tuttifruity,
Call to gay duty.

Half a man,
Sometimes better than.
Tinkerbell,
Go to hell.
Airy-fairy,
You’re just scary.
******* bandit,
I can’t stand it.
*******,
Bigass *******.

Silly queen,
Quit being mean.
Flutter-by,
Can’t pronounce butterfly?
*****,
Don’t get handsy, mate!
Nancy boy.
Political ploy.

Just some of the words
We gays have all heard
With each imprecation
The implication
Is that we are sick,
Definitely twisted,
And the end result
Is that each insult
Pushes the speaker
Further away, and weakens
The hold on a reality
That homosexuality
Is just another normality.
In short, reality.

Christmas excitement
Gaffers & gofers
booms & boxes
trucks & trolleys

They've chosen today
to shoot a movie
2 floors below me
No pics allowed

Twenty four tropical Christmases
It still seems so odd
so discordant
Disconnected

Gambling movies filmed
when most of my friends
are last-minute shopping
and thinking of Santa

They're wrapping presents
and keeping secrets
Thinking about how long
the turkey will take to cook

Dressed in jumpers
coats and scarves
Fingers blue
noses red

No puddles to slide on here
no snow
Just air like silk
and monsoon rain

Sweat trickling
in endless rivers
No goose bumps leaving tracks
across my skin

Out the window
cheeky mynah birds chatter
a white bellied eagle soars
Not a robin in sight

As the sun sets
painting the sky
a kaleidoscope
of gentle colour


A nomad soul wonders
why she's happy to wander
And yet
she so longs to belong

"Tiss that time of year,
the field rodents run,
the big machines hum,
the snakes slither,
gofers go deeper,
all to avoid the whirling blades,
dust clouds rise and damper the sun,
scavenger birds look for eatable pieces.
Harvest time busy the crops to gather.

Abided by the enraging tide

I quietly slept on the smoky side

The red comrades have gone atop

Giving out their silly slop

All those felons to fill their stream

Have built foundations and killed the dream

Their own presumption has long gone wrong

Caught in the fake idle uniform

Allegiance the ruler sways

Yes Sir, the minion obeys

Compliance claims the rotten vile

Dogmas spread through wit and wile

As law’s anything but free ‘n’ streaky

We’re dealt a world too freak ‘n’ creaky

Ideology and politics

Be drowned to hell, I’ll get my kicks

Well I reject all mainstream thought

To the sick dome, I vow my naught

My temper, sure, I will not lose

Over their ludicrous mores and views

The sun realm has fallen to bits

And the starlit sky decays and splits

Their hymns ‘n’ anthems are singing death

The unborn will get no sight and breath

Lewd ancestors ***** our peace

Gofers comply with their caprice

The monster’s head, mad hands unveil

Seals on fire, fight tooth ‘n’ nail

All queens and kings are tarts and drips

Ride the grey mare and kiss her hips

Creeds and priests get us all checked

We’re walking blind and rather wrecked

Wild bears grumble while sharks scoff

To the night cloak the levy pay off

Oh polite masters of all slavery

The loyal moles put up with bravery

Morals concede to this rock insane

Common weal ‘n’ folks on the wane

The river runs ‘n’ dies at the firth

The being in us still longs for birth

Let me tell you and calmly compose

Any violence I definitely oppose

The human is all I’ve ever sought

Clear off my way and twist me not