Hey There

Sorry I haven't posted much lately in terms of poetry. I've edited a few and actually did one of my favorite editing jobs recently on "Way To State The Obvious", written in June ;). Anyway, I'm working on some new things and hope to be having another spurt of creative abundance very, very soon.

Way To State The Obvious

I am such
a fucking
faggot.

Been fanning the flames
of my flamboyant faggotry
since April 1990
when I strutted from the caverns
of my mother's....
nevermind,
I'm never touching one of those.

My childhood is exemplified
by late-night espionage treks,
sneaking through my sister's side
of our bedroom
maximized by youthful perspective,
each step of mine garnering more
taut gravity than the next,
finally reaching the Holy Grail:
her Barbie collection.

In the fourth grade, I drew
my interpretations of those
beautiful, diamond-infested drag queens
that rained feathers and sequins
upon one drought of an existence,
the adults framing my tolerance
as a smut-stained abomination.

Now people ponder
why I'm so overt
with my gaydom.

Why argue with you
nostalgia-hemmed family friend
over the cultural significance
of the Barbra Streisand Album,
or freely sit through marathons
of 1930s Joan Crawford melodramas?

It's the kid in me.
Something lost for an era
in a washing tub
of middle school torture tactics,
heavy breathing
over hiding something
so natural.

And a few years of that
are damn stifling enough
for this gigantic faggot.