TIMOTHYtimothy

Ah the beautiful! The sweet! The things I hold within my palm The play we are in The show we perform The silence between the shout Surrendering youth to experience Surrendering bliss to exhaustion Ah the Beautiful! The Sweet! The summer we create The autumnal song we orchestrate The gasp at every stab Acknowledging the blushing cheeks Acknowledging the disappearing days Ah the Beautiful! The Sweet! Every notion of every glance Every triu

poetry

Who is a big queer poet who wears glasses and y-fronts he dances in them to the Rolling Stones.

Ah the one night I had you is still in my bed lost in the creases of my sheets I guiltily thought of your background your statistics and if you would still be pretty when you are an old man Will you make it there? Who would help you there? I only had you for one night of your life No thought of love ever to cross the gaze just a period of trying to get off and get through to the next moment the next morning And now I wonder who will have you? As you are agi

New York, I am going, to love you I am leaving these pavements for yours To wear holes in my shoes and smell the sweat That runs from your curbs your architecture I am going to be one of the numberless lovers To look around and up at your sharp chin Within your starless night where the light fades fairytales I am going to chalk my own body’s outline on your parks central point Feel the cannibal shudder of your resources Tear at the leaves and cigar ends of your busines

Who’s afraid of Virgins and Wolves? The smudge became a portrait of Picasso And a glass elevator was lowered into the water An ancient king inside How was he to breathe? In portraits lungs aren’t the only organs How is he to win the accolades? In autumn pictures aren’t the only portraits Do not condescend, I am epileptic, I am sober Do not hold forth the barrier I have cascaded through sturdier doors Through great sheets of glass I have fallen Naked and shakin