gay bars – Liferaft in the Abyss

The Pool Goddess must be mad me….a poem.

Not a pool tablein sight. All of them are covered, pool cues put away in dusty racks. No beer or rum flows, all are bottled unused, Because the bars closed. The people are in the streets, awaiting brutality.

Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.

Three times in my life,someone has tried to mug me,only once did they take my money…. In ’88 I met an old friend fromelementary school,whom after gaining my trust,relieved of my wallet andmoney, and ripping my favoriteblack turtle neck. I called the police who madea report,then promptly did nothing. Years later at nightI walked thoseContinue reading “Hard Roads to Hoe, a poem.”

But there’s no orgies….

Living alone, I want the touch of a man. But the bars are all closed, or filled with old men just having a drink. They are filled qith married couples, and no one trusts a stranger: covid makes everyone hide. But are there orgies, where everyone is certified covid free? I mean, just a fewContinue reading “But there’s no orgies….”