The car was a used Chrysler LeBaron convertible
parked just around the corner.
Dark blue and dented, it had lived
a bumpy life.
They got in and Cal started the engine.
And when he shifted, the car rumbled
and fought back, and to Greg,
it felt like Cal was shifting something
inside Greg’s ass cheeks.
Brokeback Car
Dark Blue Mountain
Just Gay
This is a mystical, enematic poem.