Sexual Orientation

The first time you imagine a woman naked On mental screens, is when You realize that, a mental picture wets your Whole body except that little place Where the donkey is. And that’s how you pass the test. That you were meant to walk the straight line And that one small room in your household…

Sunshine

Each time you draw a line on paper You hope to god, it would be a straight line. And I question – Why are we so obsessed With straight lines? If you’re mentally ill, like Einstein’s son was, A full-option schizophrenic for that matter, Would you screw with his beautiful mind? Maybe somewhere in his…

Pantomime

They say Sri Lanka, a tiny island Nation has so many gay men masquerading As straight, in sparsely ploughed marriages The nucleus of which gets bigger With the arrival of the first born. How difficult must it be to make a tiny clit Muscled like Hercules, to make love With a space suit on –…

The Straight Man (Partly Erotica)

The straight man is convulsed with electricity, And if in this day and age lobectomies could be conducted The gay patrol would jump on the wagon. Right before they convulse him They look at him with apathy – straight The type that makes love missionary In an enclosure of visages, so unlike a wild animal,…

The Man That Does Not Have A Second of Privacy (Alfonso)

Winston Smith comes to mind here But this chap is a plain man, a poet in his wanderings A man of science in badge, lurking through An incarceration, when everything is magnified By the lens of punity. He knows sitting in a commode Is punishment, when you enjoy those skinless Sausages go pass the sausage…

Flowers (To Orlando)

In the war Between haves and have-nots Of a license to make-love Lies an awakening of consciences When only our heirloom Holds the branding iron, tattooed by burn-ink As on gender-less plains are many hued blooms Of symmetry and asymmetry Equally beautiful and equally hand-picked By tender palms of kismet To embellish and beautify A…