Manchester's gay hamlet
has long since been a sanctuary
for parlor princesses to sway their tits free
from thick veined impalers who skirted the moat;
their hot swords smoking from pint piss.
One often forgets that
cemented with the secret elixir
of man's love for man's folly;
it was a safe and sordid Avalon.
Often lulled by the music
or some other bul...
Friday 29th August 2014 9:52 am