queer gone mad

i wish i was brave as i want
to be. dress myself in hero
drag. join a gang of trapeze
gypsies with sardine eyes. be
smarter than buddha. have
more magic than jesus. never
be fooled by war or peace. i
could swallow a twister. put
donald trump in a cardboard
box. get stoned anytime day
or night. be hard like iron, soft
like poodle’s fur. so fast no one
could see me. break circles and
heal bones with my middle
finger. dream meaningless
wet dreams. my cursing would
be holy scripture. i wish i was
brave as i want to be. i would
be a poet with a mustache.

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