Queer Thoughts It Is! Poem by Gil Gregorio

Inept as it is
nowhere to hold...
a beauty so cleansed
beneath a soured notes
wishing just like the wind
to host a great wallow
unfaced
in a bellicose bow!

What is it when ask
the letter's not enough
by which to commune?
we toggle
within a crowded place
walking like beggar
huggling a jar.

Oh why we seem to bother
the foolishness of our own?
Oh why we seem to blister
the wound caused by own.
No matter what it might be
so weird as it is
seems to be queer thoughts
indeed!