Monday, 16 October 2017

Tattoos

We’re so bored with our lives

We are scribbling all over ourselves

I’m not sure if it is for individuality

Or self-loathing and disgusted


Sunday, 15 October 2017

Before We Met

Tell me the thing you regret?

It’s not that I wish we’d met

Any time before we did

But what did we do waiting there?


I can’t remember life before you and me

It seems strange to contemplate

Haven’t I always known your face

Sitting there filling up my space?


Haven’t I always known you

It feels that way to me

What were we before we met

Is that what you regret?


Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Mum

I understand you

Now that I am your age

As I sit on the edge of the bed

In the night, it dawns on me

That you were really quite young

When your husband died

And you lived the rest of your life

Alone


Sunday, 8 October 2017

No Cure In Sight

Religion is like a virus,

But unlike AIDS

And the homos plight,

There is no cure in sight


Saturday, 7 October 2017

Death

Death is such a weird thing

It is possibly considered the most import thing in your life,

Although you are the person it affects the least.


Friday, 6 October 2017

Gay

I never shoot to stun

I always shoot to kill

I was just born that way

The rainbow genes in-stilled


Monday, 2 October 2017

Dinosaurs

God almighty, how can it be a choice?

to go against everything that is right? And Good?

The all powerful? It is not logical.


“How could ‘they’ have been made in his image" 

“just like you and me, it can’t be right,” 

says the god-botherer with a snarl. 


“It has to be a choice, because only then can “we” 

justify our beliefs, only then can we go on 

on our journey of ‘us’ being right. 


All god’s creatures, they can’t be one of them. 

It doesn’t hold up, what we learned on Sunday, 

what my mother and her mother and her mother before.

  

What they believed, it makes it all a joke. 

Those queers are the work of the devil, we know, 

we believe that, it has to be true. No, it can’t be a choice. 


We don’t believe it. And our belief is god. 

The good book says so, when we read it 

our way. And our way is right. We know.


"It’s not a choice, that we make. No.

it is our way of life. We believe. We believe.

It is not our choice to make." No, it is not.