THE STREAM OF BEAUTIFUL BODIES
by Tom Leonard
In denial for first half of my life
Stupendous fantasies unfulfilled.
Hit by social double whammy.
Made me go all clammy
Came out at thirty-five
In scary hypomania.
Born again
Down deep in Rod's;
Men galore,
Like a crazy movie for ever more
Now home-ridden, I've lost that lustful urge
But at least I can sit straight upright in my armchair
And contemplate the past stream of beautiful bodies
In their various diversities,
Conjure up angels behind masks;
And the ghosts of old Madison,
And think about the fine ladies of my eternity .
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