The Gay Dinosaur
Today
It’s too easy
being gay.
Where’s the glamour
clamour
thumb-your-nose fight
bloody-nose fright
the campy swagger
scarves flying hips jiving?
Where the sweet sweat of secrecy
that adrenalin rush
high edgy intoxicating
defiance
the homosexual brotherhood
revelling
flaunting
spitting?
Where is my youth?
Being gay
is too easy
today.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Katie
Thu 19th Jun 2014 01:22
I like the lack of use of the title in the actual poem. It gives it an element of wonder. Like there is a secret only the poet is wise to. Yet it also makes us use our brains more in thinking what a dinosaur has to do with it.
But then you explained it in a comment, which is helpful.