Queer Sonnet

"Censorship's (a lark says) skywards
by merely eating full."
Oh I am linking to your magnificent
classical metamorphoses, my Love.

A book can pose as a table
for eating and four-on-the-floor lovemaking.
Magic invitations still wave at you
from the waves of his gay little dolphin-safe poem.

What's true about a word like "queer"?
Buddha and punchable Bozo are both Love.
I guess we must simply really do the hours
the way the prisoners do.

Pathos is like skateboarding Mount Denali.
Why bother? Why critique high school's boring bloodlust?