Ravenous dream, cluttered and unclean.
Aberrant darkness, hideous and unseen.
Raging killer, seething; hardly breathing.
Raving butcher, leaving death and bleeding.
What demons lurk for a murderer in a gay enclave?
Name the repressed desires by which the slayer is enslaved.
How many kills kill off latent amorous specters in his heart?
Craven homophobe assassinates his shadow from the start.
What torrent of torment molds a gay executioner?
What self-loathing this child of incendiary invectives?
What self-shaming open wounds forever fester?
What ambiguous mask to hide the emotive?
What type of culture is so threatened by how we love?
What perversion of fear breeds within so many thereof?
What sinister civilization spreads this hate potion?
What dogma of night terrors releases this poison?
Ravenous phantoms, virulent apparitions,
The shooter never lacking in ammunition.
Delicate petals hold ethereal love and kindness.
The rifleman can never kill them in his blindness.
Their prejudice is embedded in their words, tucked away
Putting a damper on your pride
A laugh and a smile and a claim that it was “just a joke”
And your friends, the ones who have never loved anyone other than boys,
They accept the apologies, the excuses, as though they were for them in the first place
“That school’s FULL of lesbians”
“You think she has a crush on ME? Ewwww”
“She just looks like a lesbian. That’s why I’m not friends with her anymore”
Day after day after day
Joke after joke after joke
A double standard that they do not notice, do not talk about
Because they are Allies with a capital A
Always ready to curse out a homophobe
Except when their words are hidden in their friends
Except when it’s their basketball teammate or the school gossip
Leaving you to wonder if you went crazy if you’re making it all up
The side glances, the curious looks
One doesn’t belong and it sure isn’t any of them
Except when homophobia is a quirk, an ick, not enough to really call it quits
Except when it’s hidden between the lines.
Purposes for a Probe
May be many purposes for a probe;
Should hear about in each ear lobe;
Another rumor;
He hates Schumer;
Horrible Trump has been a homophobe.
Jim Horn
Practioner of cons, grifts, & rips.
Swabbing a deck on a sinking ships
Inexorable in persistence
lacking all patience
Or any social boundary
LIE TO ‘GET’ then ‘GONE’
In love at first reflection
Vainglory incarnate/Vulgarly Gauche.
Options eluded but lacking choice.
Chances and trust
with you naturally obliterates.
Narsistic homophobe,
who only can hear
the sound of his own voice.
That superfluous verbal vomit that spills out those lips
(cork that flapping gash on your face)
Your sickness is inaffable,
not cute or funny, but sill laughable.
Come at me as pathos,
poor victims of circumstance.
Every insecurity revealed himself
in each pathetic comment
Collaterally Kidnapped ,
Mentally molested.
Finally finished we lock eyes again,
I grin, and laugh
‘This ones for you Glenn’
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