sad...

Just watched Speedway Junky...which is right up there with the saddest movies in the world. Guh. I swear, why must all the realy good gay films be so damn depressing?

Er- sorry if I'm taking up space, but this short little poem just came to me after watching it.

L.A. Junky

I was caught flying down the tarmac
Sixty miles an hour with no airbag
When I stopped.

You grabbed me with your eyes
Your trust
Smashed it all up
When the stars stopped
Burning
When the wheels stopped
Turning.

Held you in my arms and
Watched you bleed,
Red like candle wax dripping
From the altars in your room,
You were cold, so cold.

Tears dried by the wind
And a silver token of your presence
Was carried always in my pocket,
Brand new and shiny
Just like your memory.

Traded in your mother’s reminder,
(Hope you don’t mind)
For one of my own.