Been researching theories of fascism all year for a novel series set in
Australia. Does your head in!
It is mid-summer here with 40 degree C heat. A summer poem in honour of the
priests to the goddess Cybele whose galliard dancing and joyous buggery
gave us the etymology of gay. (Quite old and published a few times last
century but it still makes me happy.)
THE BOY ON THE MAGAZINE COVER
In love with the boy/ on the magazine cover
His face all over town/ driving me crazy
wanta wanta be with this boy's bronzed biceps,
Dishy delicious devilishly cute amazingly brilliant/ breathtaking gorgeous
beefcake,
playing with his G.I. Joe doll,
This hunk goes to extremes in love,
Wildly romantic aloof and indifferent he seems a bit scatty but there's no
pulling the wool across his eyes.
He's a great fuck/ I just gotta get him into the sack;
that body language that face he's just plain gorgeous says he'll make an
omelette for me in the morning.
They say he was bonking some guy/ when he wrote the song
"Please don't break my heart"/ it goes,
I never never wanta say goodbye
to you/ your kisses/ you holdin' me tight
to your untidy long blonde locks
you utterly scrumptious absolutely gorgeous very hunky wonder boy
and versatile/ so versatile
well built slim ten and a half stone and single too/ yummy.
[PS. the etymology of the word jail from the English spelling gaol is gay
hole, from the old French, a hole to throw wanton women or prostitutes and
male buggers into. More etymology trivia...]
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