THAT SMILE
Your lips spread just a bit in pleasure;
sunlight floods your eyes.
COURSE IN CONTEMPORARY LIVING
You smile too often.
Stay alienated.
Your homework for today is not to smile.
Your homework for tomorrow is to smile only once,
quickly, so it won't be noticed.
A DREAM OF DS
In place of a t-shirt and midnight jeans
you wore an outfit I’d never seen,
gray sport slacks, light blue open collar dress shirt
pure as the soul in your tall slender form.
You bent your brown eyes and black hair to me,
our lips touched in stillness, lingering tender.
Workshop director and secretary of the homophile NewTown Writers, Barry Frauman writes not only short poems (examples blogged on O Sweet Flowery Roses, One Night Stanzas and Word Slaw), but longer verse narratives, including WEST-EAST, an American/Taiwanese gay male romance; GAY DON JUAN; and SONS OF NEW TOWN, celebrating the area of Chicago for which NewTown Writers is named. Barry’s current work-in progress is CRUSADES, a volume of two verse narratives, one each on the First and Third Crusades.
No comments:
Post a Comment