Thanks for the Memories

LGBT, a little risky, coming out poem

“Thanks for the Memories”

By Robben Wainer

 

My closet is nobody’s affair but my own,

Lace G Strings, Leotards, Women’s pants and dresses

We are worlds apart from

The leaders who shelter us in their protection and devices

I was an idol to some,

A Bassist, stewing out top 40’s

Rhythmically for Madonna and her queers

 I write postcards from home,

The new one’s with transvestites in love.

I am flush from the juices of a new labium,

And the fever of sperm rushing my brain,

Who do we follow if we can’t be ourselves

With the memories that are left to a tone of B flat,

That we could never remember anyway even if we tried.

 

Author's Note

LGBT, gay sexuality