Bobby Fieseler AIDS Marathon Donations |
Friends,
I am running over 26 miles in Florence, Italy in November to combat the world AIDS crisis. I have never run a marathon before and could use your generous support.
I am tak... Posted by bobbay on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 10:23:00 PST |
Quit your job |
Quit your job. Leave your business relationship. If something or someone has betrayed you, pick up and move on. Flee. Save yourself. Don't even give two weeks. Are you a human doorstop? Disappear...be... Posted by bobbay on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 05:43:00 PST |
his name |
When one becomes a distance,think of skin and skinas barrier boundSkinned me in, he did, we do,then and thenDoors open to soundCrushed between the teeth,become letters, once wordsNoteway undone, hinge... Posted by bobbay on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 03:39:00 PST |
Dressing Song |
Likeness and fullness, at last, and life shall be the count between dress and undress The coil and uncoilingof mask; I stress over which I'm more adoringWatching he tack cloth to a frame, watching him... Posted by bobbay on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 10:12:00 PST |
Emerald City (more gayness) |
Emerald City
As a child who danced ballet,
I dreamed of the Emerald City
There was a throbbing core
For all the springing cells
In my feet and all
The plastic gems I'd glued
To my s... Posted by bobbay on Fri, 27 Jan 2006 12:53:00 PST |
Failed Introductions to Nice People |
Great Introductions
Here's an account of the three worst introductions of my life:
1. Sneezing in a girl's breasts
I was in the crowded bar Griffins on a Friday night. My friend Brian's ja... Posted by bobbay on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 12:29:00 PST |
discount student housing (a poem that is less gay) |
discount student housing
Denny snacks on termites
That fall from
the patched roof.
They, too, will dance
when the ground gets hot.
We look like junkies.
Outsi... Posted by bobbay on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 08:20:00 PST |
Turning Points, Part I |
1. "Your Barn Door's Open"
In the Fourth Grade, I once gave an entire book report with my fly open. I was reading passages from Judy Blume's tale of youthful angst, Superfudge, when t... Posted by bobbay on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 11:58:00 PST |
For Matt (a very old, very gay poem) |
Awakening
to a fixed, translucent gaze
after a night of naked mischief,
swordfights, and turns on the bottom.
Faggots, by definition, we were:
"twigs twined together" for a common fuel World Book Di... Posted by bobbay on Tue, 20 Dec 2005 04:44:00 PST |