Tomorrow Hollywood

...
It was a stretch
acting out nor macho,
but I'ze reach deep within
for my feminine ho self;
script kiss the big hairy lips
of my manly black co-drinker,
Toots Devine, de odds on
favorite for Queer Standby
in a Bar, Support Actor of the Year
at newly named
Brokeback Harry's Bar
and Burger Grill. He stage whisper
everyone can hear:
“Nice lips muff fucker,”
wherefo yo been all my
life till now.”
I giggle play de role,
going on into my new
bold man at de bar
dinner theater type star
bit I could bes playing fo tips and beer.
“You sho gots a sweet
tongue in there cocksucker.
Big and long too. Lil ol me?
I'm gorn fo Best Cross Dressing Ho
Actin Somewhere Near Dinner Theatre.
Could dreams come true,
for me, today Brokeback Harry's
tomorrow Hollywood.”
And overcome with emotion, I
scream, “God bless Ang Lee.”

Tomorrow Hollywood

...
It was a stretch
acting out nor macho,
but I'ze reach deep within
for my feminine ho self;
script kiss the big hairy lips
of my manly black co-drinker,
Toots Devine, de odds on
favorite for Queer Standby
in a Bar, Support Actor of the Year
at newly named
Brokeback Harry's Bar
and Burger Grill. He stage whisper
everyone can hear:
“Nice lips muf fucker,”
wherefo yo been all my
life till now.”
I giggle play de role,
going on into my new
bold man at de bar
dinner theater type star
bit I could bes playing fo tips and beer.
“You sho gots a sweet
tongue in there cocksucker.
Big and long too. Lil ol me?
I'm gorn fo Best Cross Dressing Ho
Actin Somewhere Near Dinner Theatre.
Could dreams come true,
for me, today Brokeback Harry's
tomorrow Hollywood.”
And overcome with emotion, I
scream, “God bless Ang Lee.”

Valentine Sweet

On sweet candy love

hear de sounds of fat lips

eating gift chocolate; wurth

the fo nine five sale price,

shoc-o-la-te smears our faces

as we kiss; say "Gordo bless our mutual

love of dis good on V-Day."

Ummm, happy in our love

of candy, heart candy kisses, "Love you."

"Ditto," sweetest eat go

into a sexual high, candy

kisses so ter

enhance the treat

I know be waiting under a hairy

mass below.

I go fo' my own chocolate

choice sweet to cry of "Eat dat

Bromey, eat yo valentine."



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Brome Meditates on Christmas Past

So Brome meditates on Christmas past;
think of those gone on before
as presents under his personal Christmas tree;
think the long road behind him
fucking she to fucking shining she, of de
willing smiles now lost to prosperity, of
love gone on into the tomes of history.
And Brome wonders on the future fucks as all before:
What they be, who they be. Be they be?
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From, Merry Xmas Bloggers--Twas de Night 'fo Xmas--Frank Beaumier.

The Invisible Dog

Who say, labels there
more a journalist than novelist.
Can’t seem to shake that either
as I string together the plausable
vignettes into novel form, work making
typewritten notes for the future
erotic reading, vicarious born to
the sexual, like to work when others
are at play, at the beach, swimming,
eating, barbecuing de ribbers.
Man must have his ribbers
on de holidays as de sex cling
to de traditions. But more
it all comes back to the ribber.
And when others
go back to work after the holiday,
log their clocking nine to five,
and minutes thereof, way
de means problem solving,
I like to fuck off,
take the afternoon off,
play tennis or walk
the invisible dog.
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Wolf Run

The wolf raced time
and man across his frozen
homeland where
killing has begun
again in Alaska.
Count the wolves
bite the frozen
tundra, shot
by aerial snipers.
Easy targets there below
running on fallen snow
gunned from airplanes.
No baying of the hound
is heard, or horses hoofs
on silent English ground,
as de brother fox is brought
to bay. Lo the roar of the plane
and crack of enemy fire marks
this wolf and hunter's day.

Poetry by Frank Beaumier

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Peaked Too Soon

The youngish writer
writes his mind,
despair to tell the
world, went to the wind:
"O good God, my
talent lost, Alexander
I know you well."
Hard the thought revealed
his mindset,
"My own doth cause
me pause."
A black block unto
the brain wrapped in
the telling refrain of, "I
can't do better, fear not as
good again in this life."
Repeat to the empty-ness
old ideas, might not
a rewrite, ideas, shout out
as a street person
"Yes, that was my best,
my shining moment.
Before and any rest
will suffer for this.
I fear to hear my own
bleak cry,
"I peaked too soon."

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On Snow and Love...........................................................
Snow coming down,

nice clean white cover

for harsh grey city ground.

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She dream snow

never seen

living in climate

zone where snow was

a mystery, nature

unknown.

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They kiss

the snow falls

cold outside the window,

as earth calls it home

bringing to land,

and time is as it

has always been.

New white life

through lover's eyes.

Kiss sweet kiss

for time suspended.

Yet the snow doth fall,

and always will.

And lovers feel

eternity's distant call

forever lovers.

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From Poetry by Frank Beaumier

Vol. IV, I See Hemingway.