The first man who cruised me was a policeman
in the half-light of a piss stink toilet
capless in half-light he grinned
there are so many layers to love
there are so many pretences of love
in the smile of a policeman I saw betrayal
betrayal is a language I learnt to read in
the stink of the toilet, the leer on his face
professional leer the teeth in his trap
me, fifteen, scared, wanting connection
connections between us could only end in
derision, shunning, prosecution, silence
I shunned the half-life of that piss stink toilet
the first man who cruised me was a policeman.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
studied fine art at Bristol Polytechnic graduating in 1981 with a BA Hons degree in sculpture. He then made a career shift into broadcast television, becoming a freelance editor. Marius has worked on factual and entertainment shows, documentaries and feature films. Always interested in writing and story telling, Marius has written screenplays for film and television. Since 2016 he has been writing poetry and reading his work at open mic nights and latterly online. He has had poems published in the literary arts journal Dream Catcher, 192 Ezine, Allegro Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, Dreich and The Storms.