To avoid confusion: the title is something of a joke. This is not a poem about being gay. What is it about? Well, let’s see…
A gentle soup is around you
You belong to a circle and beat
At an alarm you struggle
In time of peace you sleep
Now the world is warped by a warlike
Beat from a tunnel of change
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
But if you can grab a handrail
Hold on to the train if you can
For the scenery’s into this world, and
You won’t get a ticket again.
OK – you probably got it. A poem about being born. In fact this is really quite unusual among my poems because I can say quite clearly: THIS IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT!