Little birds
had become stone pelters.
Uneasy would lie the hands, that
had become avid pawns.
Sometimes you watch
the erotica, mating in air,
to listen to echoes
of self-destruction.
The stigma will not go.
Human judgment was
falling. You grab a Rilke
to find the answer.
If man was truth then
what was a beast?
don\'t commit the eye of god.
Every honour was fake.
The gay philosophy was
for yourself. I had been living
perilously, not hiding
behind the rituals.