We met in the park
It was one of those nights
The small building was more than
quaintly ornamental
I am a bird
he said
and
I am bait
how
dutifully I answered
And the operative word?
Jail
we said together
Then I read him
his rights
I was in blue
and he wore leather
Catherine Eisner
See also:
1993 Soho Gay Slayer: Colin Ireland and Art’s Sadomasochistic Cabal.
See also:
1940 when the blackout of WW2 closed the park gates on a requiem for lost innocence . . .
Here, for example, is a Park
clearly intended for the dark.
clearly intended for the dark.