Dear Gay God
Dear Gay God,
The tongues of your prophets are crowing again
declaring your truth for our redemption and sin.
proclaiming our sexual orientation is thwarting your plan
for man's procreation to deliver this land
from the hands of the sinner, to the hands of Abraham.
I hear my rainbow flag is blocking your view.
This queer view of yourself,
staring back at a homophobic you.
Refuse to bake my wedding cake? Good.
I won’t blow my hunger on icing, or idiocy.
A mouth full of dick is far more appealing
than your prophetic cocks that crow hate
in the ears of the kneeling.
But haters will hate,
and your saints hollowed hands will postulate
with the homophobes who ghettoize the gays,
and sanctify the straights.
But I will soldier on,
and hold space for objects to relate
in order to arrange themselves
until what is on time, is equally late.
A disappearance of difference
is the cure for whats killing man,
not whether man marries woman,
or man marries man.
The only person who gives this regard
is he who's own self he can’t stand.
So apologies old man, but I seek no reprieve,
for I once was blind, and now I see.
that the queer in you, is the queer in me.