Centres: your career under heaven, a daydream

As everyday begins, brings the wierdo parade, and me

Marching, in all pride for myself, I represent, every lezzo on earth

Put in hell, oppressed, told they dont exist, judged, I thought

Myself blessed, being lez, toward the refinery of lashings

On the way cars were galleys, full mast on the freeway,

Passed pirate gazes, magpies on sidelines, pied angels, cheered

me on, shifting wind blew me further, carried me

Along, and I approached the haunted parade, held breath

Not daring to glance at a desk, I walked past creaking

Echoes in there, could not look, or ask: I haunted your ghostship

Shadows down passageways, all illusions, voices, and you, love,

Near, too precious to expose to risk, too lovely to look at

I sat down daydreaming there, waiting for love, eyes on heaven

Above and seemed I was suspended, a bird under heaven

I was the soil, the earth, the root pride of life: an anchor

Which grew suspended, eternal, in blessing, in pride: into wing

And seemed for some reason more bizarre than your

Love even (for you are my reality) that the wierdo illusion

Is lost, disappears on a freeway, old galley, forgotten in pride,

And I’m love dreaming near you, soft, and every day light as air