He wished me a Tepid New Year
I wished him an Avid New Leer
He cried, Merry Witless
I didn’t want to marry Hitler
In a manner of speaking.
I had no cyanide
I’m damned if I would kill myself to please Evil Men
.I am still mourning my father and he died 67 years 4 months and 5 days ago, approximately
Three disguised men came by for the trans fair.
They brought their own facilities
I went on the Ghost Train.
Everyone is on that now but no father
Alone in my small room ,end-state despair I wondered what to do ,go here or where? I tried the doctor and the priest and then Knew there was no answer from 6 a man I saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel black To which I was dead heading on my track Abject and broken by a lover’s death By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath I was held by golden clouds of fire I felt the kindest love , the Lord’s desire The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush, Acknowledging acceptance without wrath And so I turned to life and to my work Pain and torment shall not make me shirk
How my heart sings 