Jesusfuck, but I n ever k new what hat to wear to be d!
Every other day was a Lei Day, regular as a pow er out age.
St icks ‘n stones, y our words r ousted me
from our home with a vengeance,
but no way, no t fr om my innerhearthome
where, ensconced I now extempofeminize
with my sex tant turned to ward safe harbor.
(Remember, not drowning, waving!)
No more ban on t his un said, un sung th ought
I had & did or didn’t say; or that I sinning s un g.
It was liturgically re moved!
Today, I’m taking an epic
walk around the Hotel Del Coronado, sun-sonneteering,
head floral-crowned with grief: all his goings graces.
My métier a nevermorehappyeveraftering racket.