David Lawrence

Closet

In the closet
I am queen of the atheists.
No fag,
Mind you,
But all dressed up
In silver
Despair
And dancing in ruby
Space
Like high heeled anomie.
At the ball,
I sneeze and a priest
Says,
"God bless you."
No way!
He's not grabbing my soul.
I swoosh my cape around me
And fly back to my belfry.
Among a wardrobe of despair,
I hang outside world
Events
Upside down like a bat.