for JD
I was just like my grandmother,
phoning for both in case either
would lose. She'd told me she'd rung up
eight times, and each time a flip-flop
decision as who was her Pop
Idol. I plumped for the young pup
who stammered and looked like cute sex,
and voted the once more. My ex
was indifferent and said both my
Nanna and I were insane. Say
what you will about phone votes,
my nan is officially nuts.
She'd gone for Will Young and for Steve
Brookstein on X-Factor. Believe
me, she's crazy but loves choirs
of stutterers as much as queers.
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Showing posts with label James Draper. Show all posts
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Friday, 21 September 2012
I WAS A GARETH GATES FAN
Labels:
acceptance,
alzheimers,
dementia,
election,
Gareth Gates,
gay,
James Draper,
Muriel,
Muriel Hudson,
poem,
poetry,
Pop Idol,
queer,
queers,
Steve Brookstein,
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Will Young,
x-factor
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
JAMES DRAPER EUROPEAN CINEMA CLUB
for JD
None of the boys in these movies
are under eighteen in compliance
with European law, and none
of the boys in these movies are over
nineteen, and no-one speaks English,
only Icelandic or Dutch. Everyone
takes all of their clothes off almost
all of the time in these movies, and
nobody gets shy round the thermals
and geysers on those volcanic shores.
Sometimes two of the boys go off
on their own for a talk-scene indoors,
say a beach house or sauna, either
they are clothed, or unclothed, or
unclothing each other as they talk.
None of the boys in these movies
has a bad word to say about the boys
in these movies, and none of the boys
says anything dumb or clever in these
movies, and everyone is always cut
and clean shaven, and no-one is fat,
and no-one is ugly. All of the boys
in these movies do it for pleasure,
nobody gets paid more than the other,
and none have a beautiful wife
back home, or a child to provide for.
Everyone is single and happy and alone.
None of the boys in these movies
are under eighteen in compliance
with European law, and none
of the boys in these movies are over
nineteen, and no-one speaks English,
only Icelandic or Dutch. Everyone
takes all of their clothes off almost
all of the time in these movies, and
nobody gets shy round the thermals
and geysers on those volcanic shores.
Sometimes two of the boys go off
on their own for a talk-scene indoors,
say a beach house or sauna, either
they are clothed, or unclothed, or
unclothing each other as they talk.
None of the boys in these movies
has a bad word to say about the boys
in these movies, and none of the boys
says anything dumb or clever in these
movies, and everyone is always cut
and clean shaven, and no-one is fat,
and no-one is ugly. All of the boys
in these movies do it for pleasure,
nobody gets paid more than the other,
and none have a beautiful wife
back home, or a child to provide for.
Everyone is single and happy and alone.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
THE OTHER TOM DALEY
for JD
Didn't dive. Couldn't swim. Was afraid of the water.
Never put a foot in. Wouldn't look at rivers or pools.
He never received marriage proposals on twitter.
Wasn't asked to make a calendar or sticker book
He was shy. Conscious of his weight and looks.
Wore baggy shirts and baseball caps to family dos.
He never once made a speech or spoke on television.
The local news were clueless to his mum's profession.
Didn't dive. Couldn't swim. Was afraid of the water.
Never put a foot in. Wouldn't look at rivers or pools.
He never received marriage proposals on twitter.
Wasn't asked to make a calendar or sticker book
He was shy. Conscious of his weight and looks.
Wore baggy shirts and baseball caps to family dos.
He never once made a speech or spoke on television.
The local news were clueless to his mum's profession.
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