Mea Culpa

Poster for famed NY gay dance club, The Saint

It has been inquired of me,

why so much crazy back then?

The merry-go-round

at the speed of sound.

Was that really what you wanted to do

with your survival?

Yes, we were escaping

from a psychic excavation

of biblical proportions.

But had the plague never been,

I think we might have built

the very same cathedrals.

Limelight, Saint, Probe.

These names were no mistakes.

They were calls to prayer.

We were monks gone mad,

fulfilling the vows of stained-glass friendship

to honor the Daddy, the Boy, and the Deejay,

our sacred garb t-shirts and jeans,

chaps and leather vests,

(cockrings or commando underneath.)

Do you party? Are you poz?

I’m here with friends.

Oh, I know him.

How have you been?

Let’s do a bump.

Do you have the room key?