Red confetti
floating toward the earth.
Kissing, holding, touching, feeling, dancing, caressing
my first love while marching in the streets.
Full of pride, oh
blissful ignorance.
Orange sun
rises at Burning Man.
Lost moment found on deep playa.
Kissing a stranger, his name? I can't remember.
Beats blare ecstasy from the speaker.
Never felt happier in
my life.
Yellow urine
flows out of me
onto another so willingly. That's new.
Will we ever run out of things to
do with these dicks? I wonder....
Hope not for my
burning desire.
Green trees
hiding in the shadows.
I've escaped the dark prison of
my youth only to find a new cage.
A fresh start like fresh ink
can't change the world
queer boy!
Blue mood
Like my cold childhood.
A dark Toronto sky envelops me.
Mind racing, pulse frantic, breath whooping, heart closed.
Will they find out?
Stay hidden.
Purple shirt
at the gay club.
Seeking acceptance, finding a new world.
Will we be friends when it’s all over?
He sends me away, feeling alive,
even on my walk
of shame.
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Dave Coast
Nutritionist in Venice Beach, ca.
Aspiring poet and vulnerable human.
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