Gluttonous
“Can we not have Pride without vendors?”
my friend asked me, on the phone, after
we’d left the festivities.
“Why does it have to be ruined
by commercialism?”
I could only answer, I know
wherever there are people gathered,
they must be fed. Even Christ
said, “They do not need to go away. You
give them something to eat.”
and when excuses poured from mouths,
He said,
“Bring them to me.”
This the same Christ who cracked
the whip, chasing moneychangers
out of the temple: The most righteous
anger at the intrusion of hunger
and vice drawn near the feet
of the Holy
of Holies.
“They paid the DJs. There had to be
money coming in for money
coming out.”
He continues speaking through my phone
while an app advertises the Pride Whopper.
I’d bought a crystal Pikachu.
I rubbed its little body in my hands.
I wonder at the cost
to set up shop? Who paid
the price? Who decides who
gets the benefits? Who is buying
and who is bought?
What is it we are really,
truly proud
of?
Then again, another ad intones,
who cares
when you can shop
Postmate’s
Bottom Friendly Menu.
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Thank you to Aaron Hawkins for the questions and the prompt, especially given the time I could give today.
P.s. Sorry PoMo and cellphones hate my spacing.
jesus (altho not real) was DEFinitely a fag..
a pass-around-party-bottom,
as we gays like to say…
fingerfucked all thru his last meal
by his twelve best men ‘friends’
p.s. i LOVE this call and response form… !
“Who is buying
and who is bought?”— Always. What a great poem, Joseph.
Thank you, Dustin and H.A.
For reading and getting this one.
I hope it is clear this was not meant to be a slander on Pride at all (or the LGBT community).
It was meant to show a distaste for, a questioning, and even a slander on the commercialism aimed at LGBT participants. Especially by those who show no support (or even anti-support) for them the rest of the year.
Zero slander detected. Love the message.
I love every bit of this! Not sure if you’ve seen my reply on my poem from today but you clearly have heard of the pride whopper. Living in late stage capitalism is truly something else.
Cadence refers to it as “rainbow capitalism” and is annoyed to be both intrigued & disgusted by its offerings.