Best Homophobic Poems

She stands invisible to any fair go, 
Mentally bashed to a paste,
In a world where she is not wanted, 
Where she is simply erased,

Where none...

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Racial slurs fly in Michigan like footballs. 
I'm not supposed to point the finger at white women,
but white women who enjoy NASCAR, and mass 
quantities...

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Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part 4

I ask you this: Have you ever known a man to ‘buckle under stress’?
Or have you never...

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The homophobic banker he was penned
That careless fool was found to misspend
He thought prison would be cake
Until he met fat old Jake
Now he has got...

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There once was a messiah with crown
so heavy it caused him to frown
when he gave it away
some folks say to this day
it grew lighter while...

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The cities streets once felt like home
With shadows now I find I roam,
A tree that shared its welcome shade,
Now stands apart from leafy glade,
And memories...

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If you were taught that something was bad,
Sinful and evil and terribly mad;
And then found out that that’s what you were -
How would you feel,...

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Red hot and cool Green peace
passions bring us to this sacred 
synergetic EarthTime

More dialogue regenerative
when cooperative
so more redundantly competitive
when endless debate degenerative

Less producing fruit
of Future's...

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I feel sorry for all the people in this town that look at me with contempt or disgust, spout homophobic slurs behind my back, and...

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Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical, 
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in...

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What fills your goals, son?

I told you!
Need to get my car rolling [life rolling, love rolling]
yesterday,
if not today...

If I may interrupt
to process mindful resilience
for a...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an...

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About this "reconnecting with Earth"
environmental business,
my great start to recall,
how healthy life felt and smelled and tasted
and sounded and dynamically reverberated
as an infant still in...

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