The day you joined the Christopher Street parade
All the boys, young sad and gay
Collapsing in strange places
But no place to stay
Sexy at an after work party
Gay slurs while kissing
from the cabbie
Strangers and heroes and the hot guy
who stole your Jobriath LP
Falling over in fevers.
Looking all the way up the sidewalk,
History between these two islands
Cold comfort and uneasy crosses
All the water afforded us,
100 years and all the dross
Is whatever left behind
Underneath the floorboards.
The burning building
The rotting barn
All the things we built
Collapsing into the dark place
While lonely lines keep humming
On.
Your name here
On this watch, this name tag
Your smell on the shirts your wore
Beads from 1993 and
Some opera swag
Another pair of slippers
Never to experience feet
And others things you swore
Wouldn’t turn to sand
And defeat.
Should have had them check your head
Red fag after red flag
After regrets
Left you to join the Christopher Street parade,
A place where others would fade,
Now one along the line in angels to
Exalt with joy and rage.
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