Gypsiana

               


Isn't it funny how

in the kingdom of gay men

curses are as common

as they are among

fire-hearted gypsies,

& poisonous curses mostly flow

from the older to the younger ones,

the way "love" also

seems to superficially go

in the kingdom of gay men...

just you wait! you'll rot

alone, with liver spots

on your hands, your face!

He invokes the old Roman skull

QUOD SUM ERIS

"what i am you shall be"

but hopelessly, ridiculously.

How can the Adonis-y young thing

staring at him, not break out

in shrill laughter, with all this evil

natural distance? And the men spin

on their heels & take off

different directions, both of them

on the hunt again, in the game

that must amuse the gods even more

than the insanity of families,

souls in lifeboats christened LOVE

that fit as well as foot and glove.