(Originally published by Horror Sleaze Trash)
late one night
outside a dingy bar
where my band played occasionally
and I was a bartender part time
punk, metal, and eclectic bands were featured
vibes were usually laid-back
however
frat boys and trouble makers
would sometimes show up
to watch their friends play
get drunk and start shit
I stepped outside
a muggy southern summer breeze
made me instantly sticky
people were milling about as usual
laughing, talking, smoking, drinking
this bar was near the corner of several gay bars
the gays were milling about as well
one ignorant fuck in attire more suited for a brunch date
starts talking loud about
“all these fags”
in earshot of a six foot four
black transvestite
The word fag
was not well received
the white boy was maced
blinded, pissed, embarrassed
his ego hurt more than his eyes
he attempted to fight to no avail
then chased and beaten
with a removed six inch stiletto heel
begging for mercy but there was to be none
just a bloody mess on Conti Street
he should have known better
because under that wig
that dress
that makeup
there was still a big black man
fag or not
coincidentally
an old school hoopty with windows down
rode by playing…
‘More Than A Woman’
Gloomy Forebodings 