Sonnet 69 (How Shall I Fuck Thee?)

I’ll fuck thee freely, as gays strive for right.


Hipster Laid-Down Blues

My one joy is Hipster Melancholy. 

The It Game

We’re backstage, telling him he’s got It. What is It? It is It! And he’s got It!


I’m not one to call for rebellion, but we should have a rebellion.

Not A Poem

I could tell you of that magic kiss…

But you were there and you were half of it.

No More Sad Songs

I wish I could flip a switch to right wrongs- but the best I could do, it seems, is say I’m not listening to any more sad songs.