Inherit their voice

from the Feathered Sleep

TheFeatheredSleep

2012610_1809dSat facing away from the sun

an old man wipes years from his eyes

drawn over with cataract like milky bath water

he strains to see the outline of motion

where are all the old men? He thinks

once so barrel chested and neatly trimmed

with mustaches and shiny hair like Cover Girl teens

where are all the eighties queers who painted beaches

with tight abs and tiny shorts in tropical shades?

now half empty, the beach longs for color

only rotund women with bristly chins

unkempt hair chopped without thought

some with children or children’s children

placing sensible shades and thick UV factor 50

on slow-moving parts of themselves

in previous years you could

reach out and paint a rainbow

in their courage of being twenty

though lesbians and gay men do not

always a palate make

such contrasts in their expression

these women without restraint

mopping the brows…

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A Scramble of Pretty Pixels

A digital photograph of a male avatar dancing in a cave
I’ll come back to find you, I’ll never leave you now

once again,
i
vanish into
me not me
a fanciful
scramble
of
pretty pixels

streaming

on a wireless

into nothing.

RG2016

If someday I need to see you
I’ll come back from the past
I’ll come back to find you
I’ll never leave you now

Lyrics by the Information Society

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