I started this in response to somebody's post. But, it's written under the influence of a couple of glasses of wine. I decided to give it it's own thread, for what that's worth. Here it can live it's own life. happy, hippy, hoo-ha! I have to admit that I'm down on bi's to a point. Last dude I was with was gay, for what I knew, and we were hot and heavy for several months until he was like, would you do a three way with a woman. And I was like, where is that coming from? That's when he explained that he likes having sex with men, but he could only commit or live with a woman. I just died. fractured plagiaristic poetry follows: It seems they try and tear me down. But I go on. One night I get high. I get love when it comes by. I put myself to bed. Look at what I've become. It was so hard to suddenly love my free soul, know like the river, know your shining like the brightest star, like a radio, spinning like a rock and roll tune. Some boys are cool, they walk down the street with ease. They hold onto each other, the losers are spinning to their own. We lived like a thrill of nectar of a sugar honey, the sweetest taste I've known. But I was thinking, it would be so fine if you could love a man. I never did want to know that I was a tool of your trade, and how you would come undone. You sedated my shame, another darling in your way. What you've done, it's another hustle. So what, are we free? My sweet suckers kiss. I walk home, like tearing candy from your grip, it's a long long trip. I remember how the song was always in your eyes, and how the black and starry night became our lies. What ever turns, it turns the tricks. What ever doubt it burns our little bit of how. You turned it on and turned it off with nothing left to go, but I'm looking back on this. When you got no other choice but to follow the little voices singing far away, the fates are cruel, like we're the fools; but really it's a deceitful ploy -a juke box song, when it pulls your tune around, it plays and plays for all to breath and listen. Follow it home and you will hear me singing along with a wicked little boy.
