Looking out the window
Below I see the sign
Buddies in Bad Times Theatre
My interest piqued
Imagine
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The gays from all the small villages in Ontario
Were making their way by bus, train,
And car to Buddies in Bad Times Theatre.
The posher gays from the city were showing up in Ubers.
It was turning out to be a promising night.
The bar was lit with bulbs of primary colours from the eighties.
And Erasure was playing Take A Chance on Me from Abba on the turntable.
Most striking was Dalephanie
Over in the corner
Sporting the best set of blue lycra pants I’d ever seen.
With matching eyes that could swallow a ship.
The shadow had to be from the Jeffree Star collection.
The Beauty Killer or Thirsty Palette.
I can not tell you about the nails, fashioned long, and lingering
Around the moist glass of a Cosmopolitan cocktail.
They were the colour of a very wild Ghana Keoladeo Peacock, from India.
My senses were being given an exquisite opportunity for indulgence.
I was way out of my league.
The only thing I have ever know about gay culture,
Was the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the late seventies,
Even then I can’t say I understood any of it.
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Queer
Isn’t it
I was kept
So in the dark.
Artistically rigorous alternative theatre
I’m going to enjoy this.
