“Christopher Street” — a poem

Author’s note: This is a poem of four quatrains that I originally wrote during my Fall 2018 semester at the University of Central Florida. It was written after being inspired by two peers, both named Chris, that I both met simultaneously. Also, the title is a reference to Christopher Street, NYC, NY — where The Stonewall Bar, the deliverer of the gay rights movement, is located at.

I.

All the homies and homos know this love shit’s not a quest

But more than that; it’s a glowing pit we climb out of for rest.

Decked and yet depressed, when we are out, the world hands one big test;

I can posit my whole composite — gayby, I’m the best!

II.

An exodus of shaken souls take flight from Tombstone to Stonewall.

Our tears dry past the broken lie where we alone rave-ball.

Whimper proudly, mothers and sisters, loudly for the rainbow flag!

Dance, prance, revolution! Tied-up beau, march and glance beyond the drag.

III.

Jesus Christ provides the truths, though his is one interpretation

Sin-soaked prudes, who despise nudes, drink bowls of wine with snake’s temptation

Another anxious annexation from worn-out knots of soul fixation

“Can’t leave this be,” surprising we; “Hello, hot-headed perspiration!”

IV.

One of these days, from his faintest song-call, caresses I’ll receive.

Nonetheless, old tender duress, I am transformed — behold the crown!

Pure LOVE, from Sundown in the West, matching each stroke I do conceive,

Glistening outside for him, preparing for when he comes to town.