Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Mother's Day

I remember momma: she does not remember me.
She smiles at me, as I bring her coffee.

“Are you my husband?”
“You look like him.”
“No, you can’t be, he’s dead.”

Can’t say Ma anymore, it just upsets her.
That she forgot who I am.

Seconds later, back into her world.
Her mind a time-capsule,
as she remembers Elizabeth Street, 1936.

She is in that Purgatory,
between the reality of physical being
and the un-reality of her surroundings.

Wait, maybe this is the Paradise we seek.
Turning away from the world and its turmoil,
where nursing home angels attend to your needs,
where your peers float by on rubber legs,
where time has no meaning, and does not matter.

Where time has no meaning, and does not matter.

So, I visit, stay awhile, chit-chat.
Is all OK?
Then I leave.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

R U Gay?

I. If by that u mean:

I am a faggot, a homo, a queer, or a queen/
pederast, or pedophile/
transsexual, troll, transvestite, or a troglodyte/
a misogynist, social outcast, defrocked priest/
gay caballero, gauche cowboy/
a pansy in pastels.

Then my answer is NO, I am not gay.

II. If by that u mean:

I prefer and enjoy the company of men,
discuss sports and arts, a cold beer, a cool cigar,
a warm brandy.
A companion who echoes my body,
a lover who knows my body.
A strong shoulder to rest my head on,
a friend, buddy, pal; comfortable
in our own masculinity.
A deep love as old as time,
powerful and intense.

Then my answer is YES, I am gay.

Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


Shark (Limerick)

I met a shark in the bay
he nudged me, then swam away.

To the shore, I did swim
looking back for a fin.

T’was a dolphin, a shark that’s gay.


DADT (Don’t Ask-Don’t Tell)

I did not tell/
they did not ask.
I did not know/
it would be hell.

They would say/
“stop a bullet”.
That did not know/
straight from gay.

Copyright:2010/Tony Puma
‘Voices in my head, verses to be read’.