My name is Dan Tyler
They call my Plucky
Guess that’s cause I’m lucky
to hang with my dawg Tucson,
His nose buried periwinkle,
Soft, gentle, cool and gay—that’s me
in the flower
I wonder why I am lonely, when I have so much:
Stuff like:
Health &
Healing &
Hugs &
Doggie Kisses
Somersaults
Ice-cream
and Rice Crispy Bars
But I’m still lonely in Life
Despite the:
Dancing
Bouncing
Leaf-fights
Snowball fights & Pillow fights
Flagging
Fanning
Poi
Hula Hoops
God
I crave boyfriends
Lesbian friends
A family of Fag hags
And Margaret Cho
Also, I lack Freedom
Safety
Harmony
Peace
I stand alone in the windstorms
Against the ocean
Sandswirls
And stars
I want to fly with the peacocks
And eagles
Parrots
Blackbirds
And Meadowlarks
I’d make you breakfast
With yogurt
And cheese
Omelets
And Smoothies
Lunch we’d do crème Brule
Mango sorbet
And big-ass cupcakes from Alcove café
with purple sprinkles and
Champagne
Still I feel Pain
Watching beautiful people
Freaky people
Yuppies and little kids
Seems everyone’s got someone ‘cept me.
I dream of laughter
Sleeping in
Cuddling
Snuggling
A hand on my face
Our dogs romping
Campfires
S’mores
And wine coolers
Yes, wine coolers
Juggling
Kites
Wind chimes
Bubbles
And blacklights
But mostly you
The hope of you keeps me dancing and trancing.
Damn, my feet hurt!
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