Even now I hear the rain Trickling down My window Pane, lapping Up the edges Of my mind’s Frame, eroding The sandstone Of my thoughts Incarnate I wonder if the Rain feels The same About me When it Runs through My veins The way Mad men’s Fantasies Graze time And space

Lesbian Rodeo Show

  What happened to the Campy sweet dopey Romantic hiking Guitar playing Poem-writing Dirt-bike Dykes I grew up Daydreaming about? Fuck the l word I want a Lesbian Rodeo show Camp Dyke-On or bust