by Ian Hammon
We loved like royalty.
Prophets poets Queers and queens Are kingmakers
We were bidden to grow up The kiss you placed upon my cheek Has got me hooked Brings tears to my eyes
Gangbusters on the plane
Seven forty seven with everyone
You are on your way, mon frere Where are you going?
Remember me as the lady Who haunts the downtown, Allies from the past, you Are now lawfully my kin
For every Jude and Judy My blood has been forwarded Youth succeeded by birth My first born is yours