Gay love

Go ahead and look away
As you vomit on the graves of
Those lovers who died young,
Others tears will wash their names
Clean of your bile and disrespect
…I would slap you if I was from
Your side of the tracks,
With every second of impending doom
Scream at you to put on your 3D glasses
And check out the view

And you’re pushing me up against
A chain link fence
And asking me what’s my problem
While I wonder how I can be proud of something
That gets me nothing but black eyes
And broken hearts.