Jesus
I was sexually abused as a child
I abused my self
…and another boy
it was a very pansy like incident
touchy and soft
I’ll tell you about it when
I learn to write properly
a tomato red incident
you might call it:
The colour of embarassment,
of niave children…
I know that well, do you?
All shy
nervous
a bag of
fresh insecurities
living in comforts class
living in a place
where the mothers smiled
and the fathers worked hard
and the boys where mummies boys
and everybody had a toy car
and nobody suffered anything
apart fromprecocious littles moments
like I have just mentioned
puky little spoiled children
toching each others cocks
only to recoil form it for a lifetime
I get the impression that your homo-erotic “fumblings” have influenced you quite a bit, Colin, as an artist and a man. This is not unusual among the former group. If the “love sausauge” keeps your creative powers alive, don’t turn “veggie!”
Back to the poem, maybe the serpent in the Garden of Eden was in fact Adam’s cock.
Something confusing is even more addictive then something exciting,
Depending on circumstance.
“I simply spend my life at this…”
Each said,
Whilst contrary…