Two Poems

 

 

 

What follows are 2 poems pertaining to homosexuality.  The first poem presents a very bleak view of the whole affair.  The second poem, Ode to Brokeback Mountain, is its antithesis as its view of homosexuality is passionately positive.  I already posted Brokeback Mountain on this site, but I am posting it again lest people infer, from the first poem, that I am homophobic.

 

Praying at the Gay Bar

 

Praying at the gay bar

Debasing at the gay bar

Giving unto Apollo life and balls

The drug induced stupor enthralls

 

Waiting at the gay bar

No one comes at the gay bar

The men are groaning in the bathroom stalls

Their pricks are shit-encased, a rat crawls

 

Aging at the gay bar

Learning to die at the gay bar

You have a name no one at all recalls

All alone enthroned in granite walls

 

Ending at the gay bar

Surrendering at the gay bar

The very thought of joy galls

The sun’s light pains and mauls.

 

 

AN ODE TO “BROKEBACKMOUNTAIN”

by

David Gottfried

 

 

Is my mind shuttered

Hopelessly corrupted

Religiously cluttered

 

With lies, alibis

Am I asinine

(Do I dare to eat that peach)

 

But do I derive

Something alive

Manna to thrive

From a beautiful song and the man singing the words

 

Herds of sheep on BrokebackMountain

I hear the lines, “Oh captain, My captain”

I hail, I hallow, that brotherly bastion

That tent in the woods, my Mecca, my mansion

 

I love that man, I love his eyes

No drug will anesthetize

Nor sublimation ever disguise

My stabbing aches and pleading cries

 

Storm the dungeon of my heart

The relentless melody of the tart

The irony, like a rampart

Against what love can impart

 

Put down the quill, enjoy the thrill

Don’t espy it from a windowsill

A warm chest for winter’s chill

And burn taboos on a grill

 

The fire’s down, the embers gleam

Cold air blows in a steady stream

The warmest arms embrace, redeem

The manly force of love supreme

 

Although his steps were soft and slaked

The boots on his feet were muddy and caked

It seemed as though the earth had quaked

Our hard embrace could not be braked

 

Touch those jeans and feel the heat

The weight, the heft, the sinuous fit

Stand erect and beam conceit

Relish strength and true grit

 

Touch striations of muscled love

The rump pale like the white of a dove

Pulsing vibrations of penile shove

The aperture fitting as sweet as a glove

 

The howling night, the dusty shrub

The mean and common monotonous grub

Those grunting gasps you’ll never dub

The seed, the stain, you’ll never scrub

 

Whisker to whisker, hear him whisper

Savor the breath with the force of a twister

To be each other’s sovereign brother

A bulwark, a brace, against disaster

 

The seasons stark, the natural reign

The real intention spoken plain

Shouting at the world’s disdain

Growling softly in my brain

 

His voice so soft to me resounds

The strength, the sweet, so fused, astounds

On all the playing fields and grounds

His memory overtakes, surrounds

 

But coyotes and jackals intervene

Braying, heaving, reeking spleen

Cleaving to their means obscene

Their Jesus real as plasticene

 

The prohibition that always detains

The prosecution that always arraigns

That never, ever, ascertains

The loneliness lodged in our brains

 

Now soil’s moist, the dew like tears

They once rejoiced, so many years

Their flag was hoist, but disappears

Their love was voiced, but doused by fears

 

So do not dare to stifle and bridle

And make me lonely and so suicidal

Bereft of the force virile and vital.

Silence and Bury that bible recital

 

That cowboy, that manboy, that man of no means

Exposes Pharisees as Philistines

His beauty and balls, staunch evergreens

Surpassing the straight, perverted and mean

 

I want to laugh, I want to smash

Barriers and bullshit and doctors’ cant

I must, I will, I shall do it now

Redeeming acts my steely vow.

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 2005

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