I’m just a stray little quirky black sheep,
navigating through life on a lark.
Not too much cash, so we’re traveling cheap -
on each new adventure embarked.
And I’ve got no real direction,
but I’m developing quite the collection
of experiences some folks don’t achieve in a lifetime.
Some not so great, some a bit over-played,
but none too dreadful to regret,
when I take the time to reflect,
and look at them in retrospect.
Tours, and cults, and video shoots,
a band called ‘Letters to Friends’.
Campy brigades traversing the world,
performing songs about peace.
And through all this, you’d assume that I’d
experienced love, at least?
But alas, not I.
I’m not exactly sure why.
Maybe it had a little bit to do with
being a queer anarchist stuck in the Midwest,
and having finicky standards.
But these last few months I have been blessed,
by a lark that led me to Olympia.
And sure, love here is still kind of elusive –
polyamorous puzzles, they get quite confusing!
But I keep wishing and hoping someday I will discover
at least one committed and kinky lover.
But in the meantime, I’ll content myself to suffice
with all these great platonic bonds I’ve uncovered.
And now, I look back on all the friends that I’ve loved –
all the beautiful lives that I’ve touched.
Once again, I feel blessed, and sprinkled with luck.
And when asking myself ways my life’s incomplete,
I am grateful to answer “Not much”.
And sure, I’ve got issues, and shit to work through,
like my privilege, how I’m trying to cope.
But I’m using all the best tools that I have:
my newly unfiltered and wide-open heart,
a good sense of humor, adventure,
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