Mexican Brown (To Jay Brannan) Poem by Aram Stefanian

I was riding a bike with my boyfriend Ray, and he said,
''Your life sucks, and you need a high. Let's stop to cop a buzz.
I know you're clean now, but nothing's wrong with feeling a buzz.''
After kissing Mary, I thought I was getting stoned out of my head.
It seemed to me that the monster weed had angel dust on it.
I fought demons I couldn't see; they wanted to kiss me off.
Someone from above threw me a big sword, saying, ''Hang tough! ''
I was thirsty and starving to death like a bottomless pit.
My bucko gave me a soul kiss, and I wolfed his tongue down.
A wave of nausea came over me as if I swallowed a watermelon seed.
When we mounted our bikes and rode at breathtaking speed,
Ray mumbled he didn't expect me to freak out from Mexican brown.