The Consistency of Bricks

My life is littered with all number of piss-related-mishaps

              I stare down at the puddle beneath-my-feet and look up slowly from it.

This is the graveyard that I made out with Andrew in.

 

Quotable vignettes of my life that stand out as a remarkable

        test of faith

       The burning sensation of embering ash on your forearm,

       The sense of clarity that comes with a good comedown from fear,

       The inorganic synthetic man-made and manufactured all-natural opioids I put in my body,

                                          Are all things I need in my life like a good slap to the face

 

                                                                            I sense that Troy has become my home.

The Netherlands so far away                                             (40 minutes north of here)

Are but a brief and odd double exposure of a time I wasn't even there

It's been 5 year since we sat outside and wondered why we bothered in the first place

Since then, I've discovered that I am no shoulder-less-queer

                                                                                               Are you?