Gay Parade Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gar parade

When it rains, it showers
Comes flood, brings mud
Life turns mess; things happen

On the way to party I had an accident
A car came right at me
I could die; many are killed in such times

Flags out; most rainbows, empty streets
Instead bicycle, motorbike, football's day
And parade based on sex called "pride"

Skin was plenty and tattooed; many were meaningful
Some carried messages like ‘May Day' on bicep,
"Died a friend"; ‘Scorpion-Butterfly' speaks of memories.

Some tattoos duplicates, as is life "I'm fashioned"
Bloor; East of Bay, stopped by traffic, in waiting
I see them behind fence, more skin and tattoo than the face.

A woman gets on bike, short's skirt, you expect
More of her but you fail, as always; ‘mid finger'
Then the guys hand in hand; like gay girls.

Proudly and silent or noisy: "We are gays; lesbians."
"We changed laws, go to hell, " Radio's story is funny
A couple sleeping in a tent, open sky and skunk.

People act wild-strange; in extreme
The parade, Pride-Day and message: "loser sucks"
That's clear; the young is talking to elderly.

Why Church street for start?
Listen to talk...