Selected excerpts from:
HOMO
ERECTUS
Poems by Edward Proffitt
(with special illustrations)
I 'M OUTA HERE !
It's nice to have a fag around the house:
Instead of watching football, we arrange
The furniture in showroom style--that is,
From Bloomingdales; we cook--not anything,
But French or Thai, Chinese, viz., Mandarin;
Instead of swiggin' beer with buddies, we
Choose just the perfect wine; we talk of films,
Of opera; do flowers well; and weep
With them at things they weep about. So why,
I wonder, didn't my ex-wife think through
Her blessings first before she screamed, "You queer!"...
TODAY: CONTINUING INCLEMENT
When men in power bring about
A climate of opinion that
Marks some as less than human, then
The weather's right for others
Just to shrug, or scorn, or vent
Their hatred any way they will.
So now with men like Gingrich, Lott,
And Robertson, although they've had
To modify their bluster as
To women, blacks, and Jews. Not so
For us limp-wristed fags, who have
No quarter. We are de classé,
Still dispossessed and in the cold,
Exposed to every wind-bag's blast.
CHEMISTRY AND FANTASY
At fifty-one,
My mate's no beauty now,
Nor, indeed, am I
At sixty-two.
Still, we love each other
Truly, truly love and like,
And sexually match,
A perfect fit.
So why do I have dreams
About Brad Pitt?
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