Shards of Shattered Time (unfinished)

Part I

Lust lumbers through the night boys’ downtown,

Through the Door that wouldn’t Fame us

In the backside of the Parkside under Charles’ great erection,

Chism charged, Questing, licking for love

Inside jeans spilling hard ends.

Twenties in seventies Yonge blocked and yearning.

Hope hovers round the boys barside standing,

Searching love. He’s here too and hopes too,

With magic kisses to charm awake sweet  adoration,

And soar from nightly stands

Among the neoned faces’ radar sweeping.

Eyes endearing  softly fall  in trancing

Slow dance holding tunes

That now so late, play great remembering

Of  sugared starts and salted endings.

His might-have-beens-forever.

Queer queried home, yes said - then life,

if papered things were all

His he signed on, and his as such away.

While in silence spoke no more, 

so nothing said unsaid couldn’t  be.

Passions past, none from younger learned

Or else acquired to know

That love lane’s destination could not,

Would not be his love lapped father’s hold,

He then, so ill equipped to travel then this particular road.



Note: The Famous Door, Parkside, St. Charles Tavern, and Quest were all bars on Yonge Street in Toronto during the 70's