Fags and flames
go together like bondage and leather
flags burning
to ash these red asses we pound, blueballed
(m)embers thrown
out for growing phoenix-tails, more often
found face-down
chugging it double-fisted, gifted with
wild yearning
gilded democracy until very
recently
prohibited, this choice to give it and
get it, fucked
openly, in public, erasing from
repertoires
defiant drivel, indebted as we
now and for
ever are to those blindest arsenals
of college
kids and other idiots, those little
shits who live
just to say they did, those archetypal
miracles
of neoliberal voters whose well
shot wealth dried
out long before hashtagged Tweets and Vines made
seem so well
timed their divine turnout, those unmade minds
making news
while making cruising impossible in
a world where
tolerance encourages poetry
to paint li(n)es
memorializing pride in what was
once only
perversity, calling out anyone
who denies
closeted Rights their power to ignite
Führers’ Reichs,
lighting lanterns on a leaning tower.