"I'm well versed in fencing, playing the lute, and rhetoric I am toilet trained and elegant, an effervescent wit But the girls prefer the company of a balding little pisser It is mothers who make men misogynists They could have kissed me, they chose to kiss A stupid, stinky little pool of piss."
"Maybe there's a baby I can dress Comme des Garçons. Oh yes I want one, A really cute one. There's a Vivienne Westwood baby Here on page sixteen Of the new edition of my favourite magazine."
"Photographs by the paparazzi Joyrides in his Mazerati Invites from every arty fashion victim To every warehouse party ."
"Rotten flowers, forgotten powers, glory gathering So childishly history is dancing in a ring An old romance a toten tanz, hear the sirens sing In Germania, in Germania."
"Should you be so lucky like St. Sebastian Preferring the ache to the aspirin Swooning as they shoot the arrows Through your narrow chest Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus With a martyr-eating lioness Bartering with flesh for a little pain Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name."
"So here we are again in cabaret At the cave of the Golden Calf Sensitive flowers stay at home tonight We are playing for the others The ones given to pleasures The ones who still remember how to laugh A problem is no problem after all In the noise and smoke of the music hall."
"The transparency of normality disappears when you haven't internalised the values of the dominant culture. That's when things get interesting, when you realize everything is arbitrary and to do with power structures. Like the concept of the family, which most people think is natural and God-given, but gay people know in their bones it's a totally arbitrary politically-motivated structure. With a different pair of eyes you automatically see all the hypocrisy of that stuff, that none of it is ‘natural.’"
"There are blood hounds and burial mounds upon these metal maps Iron curtains tumble down, iron walls collapse A thousand acorns trampled upon make a thousand oaks In Germania, in Germania ."
"There were three of us always Walking abreast Towards a siesta In two single beds."
"They call us the poisoners But we knew Being decent and humane Folk without a brain Sneezing in the rain Would never do We'd rather be poisoners Than prisoners like you."