They should put warnings on these things,
Or, at least, expiration dates
Old warriors are a rarity
And, causes are really for the young,
still enthusiatic about small change in spurts and stops.
And, whose feet haven’t known weary…
We old Kings and Queens of the ball,
Drag out dollar bill glitter, for the backwork, like grandmother’s
good Girlfriends
“Here baby, go get yourself some candy or something…liberating”
We’re rooted in our moments
Mostly,
Glad for progress but, not so much
long drinkers, partying all night
in glorious rebellion…there is no guest list…ANYMORE!
Now,
We deem ourselves, FREE-to-be-Finally!
-At home
In our custom-made safe spaces
-Living
Across the street from hypocritical stalkers, in glass houses…
We both eye stones in our gardens
While doing tai chi
On the lawn, each morning,
Screaming mantras
Across the void
Let he who is without…!!
-in yoga pants.
Not that our growing pains
Have all scarred over and healed
-I feed my first love flowers from time to time,
Wishing for that dance,
In front of the popular prom crowd.
I would have kissed you
Right there, if I had to do it, again…
And, even when the rainbow Converse
Hang, laces tied, with PRIDE,
over the chair, on your back porch
Silence still equals death for us…
We remain bound to watch the clocks,
-Monitor the movement
Because some know-it-all with
God intentions is always coming to turn the hands back
To the good ol’ days…
For who? For what?
Selling that street corner lie, common law wife by your side
Equal time on the soap-box, huh?
Malining my love for how we…
Enough!
I/we/he/she/them
have come too far now,
To allow you to
Account for our lives, mine…
Like it’s your right
On the other side,
When I’ve been living my own
Opening arguments OUT loud!
We are ALL winging this
And,
Confidence is, two-sided belief
And ego driven
cast down in a cement mix of perspective…
I claim my blessings with
distance
And rainbows,
too many of them to be coincidence
-Understand this
No one loves
A warrior more than the ones without
one
So, someone must
Always, get up, out of their comfort
Step forward
out of the closet
To
Dispel the myths
-Insist
That this is, the only
True “choice”
That exists
And, then the old ones
Can give up
Ghosts
That we may have our own Saints
Marsha or Sylvia
Harvey,
And Matthew, too young…
to call on,
Because we
are the kind who recognize battlelines in bar fights
Are often moved along-
But, they are seldom erased from necessity
We carry on…
We carry on…
~D.E. ’19
Happy World Pride, NYC!!! Celebrate LOVE, Embrace BeYOUtiFULL you-someone needs your example, Radiate your RAINBOW!
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