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Sunday 09 April 2017


Teenage day dream and other poems

Posted in: NZ Writing
By Patrick Graham - 21st October 2012

We asked for submissions for our NZ Writing section and the talented Patrick Graham is among those who have responded. We share his beautifully visual poetry from his an unpublished chap book called “The Despondency Suite”.

*If you have GLBT-related writing you would like to share email it to news@gaynz.com


teenage day dream

i asked

for a

pash

you said

let’s snog

we

were 16

you'd stuck

your

elbow in me

to get my

attention

on the

bus home

you'd tempted me

with rum

and coke

that you'd smuggled

out of your parents

liquor cabinet

delirious with alcohol

i kissed

you

your face dusted with

a light covering

of teenaged

stubble



in answer to a posting asking for sex

"Euro guy 47

smooth 7"

Cut versatile

East Auckland

Has place and can travel

msg me for more details"

Shouldn't we go to dinner first?

perhaps the sex is dinner?

Maybe.

Now I'm worried about calories.

I'm watching my figure.

It's getting easier to see every day.

what you would be eating is mainly protein and water

Don't forget the zinc!

Very good for one's skin.

i heard it makes a good moisturiser

It also gets stains off the pan and stops doors from squeaking.



examination number 2

men-kissing_BW.jpg
trail

of hairs

running

from your navel

to...

brief glimpse

above your shorts

as you

stretch in the

afternoon

sun

i hold your

waist

you stretch out

arching your back

towards

me

brush

touch

snuggles

love

bliss


idol wish

wish

i was

river phoenix

in

my own

private

idaho

red pants

narcoleptic

sleeping

snap shots

of life

would i

have to

sleep with

udo keir

drifting

wakefulness

speadball

death


the road to hell is paved with bad sex

you came

to my door

last night

i answered

politely

you said

let's fuck

temptations

a strong

compelling force

i gave you a

condom

and directions

to

hell


Amyl nitrate

guitars grind

fuzz

white noise

you smell

like sex

who cares

stars

pulse

spin and fade

my head throbs

a small brown

bottle in your

hand

release


goodbye number 2

when i wake

i think of how nice it was to

put my head on your chest

the thump of your heart

but then

the smell of sweat

and cum

and shit

and the realisation

that

this isn't permanent

our drunken fumble

our reconnection

was brief

and

final


extended coda with light

on the way home

i wondered

could they tell what happened

is there a smell

or perhaps a look

maybe a visible aura

the sun is harsh

i'm hung over

but i do

glow


rough sex

when i looked in the

mirror

the day after

we

fucked

you'd ripped my face with your

stubble

passionate

yes

but the evidence of our

tryst

looks like sunburn

two days later it peeled

and you

were

gone


vanila sex

tedious

i said

you're patterned

the same

similar

...predictable

you said

i try

i said

i know

you're very trying


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Patrick Graham - 21st October 2012