Poetry

Ode to Alabama

I love spinning in the kitchen
The smell of petals fall
I love tight pants on gay men
whether they be large or small

My rockabilly Sundresses
Cocktail dresses and so on
my well coiffed hair so intricately pinned
it will not come out before the dawn

Its an Alabama summer
sweet tea and lemonade
humidity you cant escape
not even in the shade.

The Pearls, the booze, the debutante balls
the look of the sun just before it falls
I may one day have to leave you
but ill come running when you call