Saturday, November 12, 2005
Follies of a Fag Hag
Standing in Safeway
In my hastily thrown on jean and hoodie
Sans bra of course
Clutching chocolate and
A jar of Chicken Tonight
I wonder if this is it
Has my fabulousness become
A self-fulfilling
Destiny of doom?
Shall I end up living a life
Vicariously through
Gorgeous
Gracious
Gregarious
Gays?
Is my singleness chronic?
Spinsterhood terminal?
Or perhaps worse still,
Hereditary.
In my hastily thrown on jean and hoodie
Sans bra of course
Clutching chocolate and
A jar of Chicken Tonight
I wonder if this is it
Has my fabulousness become
A self-fulfilling
Destiny of doom?
Shall I end up living a life
Vicariously through
Gorgeous
Gracious
Gregarious
Gays?
Is my singleness chronic?
Spinsterhood terminal?
Or perhaps worse still,
Hereditary.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
My Heart Shaped Box
There is a box
Under my bed
Full of memories
of
Drunken
debauchery
at
Home
Balls
Parties
I am young
and old
Small
then suddenly
Tall
Seductress
and virginal
Laughing
and crying
They are my memories
Under my bed
In a box
Under my bed
Full of memories
of
Drunken
debauchery
at
Home
Balls
Parties
I am young
and old
Small
then suddenly
Tall
Seductress
and virginal
Laughing
and crying
They are my memories
Under my bed
In a box
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
You're Gonna Make It After All
How silly of me
to stay up all night
thinking
analysing
worrying
that you were
THE ONE
Why torture myself?
Perhaps because it's
a week and
two years until
I'm
THE BIG 30
Then I wake up
I walk tall
I throw my hat
like Mary Tyler Moore and then
I'M OKAY
to stay up all night
thinking
analysing
worrying
that you were
THE ONE
Why torture myself?
Perhaps because it's
a week and
two years until
I'm
THE BIG 30
Then I wake up
I walk tall
I throw my hat
like Mary Tyler Moore and then
I'M OKAY
