In 2015 I wrote a poem called Gay For Neil Armstrong, and have performed it at punk gigs and poetry nights ever since. Although delivered with some humour, it's become a tender piece that revealed more to me about my own desires than I had originally intended. I wanted to imagine a love story between two astronauts, and in this piece have explored a fictional relationship between Michael Collins and Neil Armstrong, based on research on the real-life Apollo 11 moon mission in 1969.
The year is 1969
Your eyes are stars, your arms are strong
I wish you were around me neil,
we’ve been in orbit for too long.
You’re my lovely lunar crater
Neil I think that you’re the greatest
There’s nowhere I would rather sit
Than next to in your cockpit.
You’re my one space odyssey
I wish that you and me could be reunited soon
But I’ll just sit here waiting for my man
to get back from the moon.
I know that you don’t love me back
And NASA said we’re not allowed
But metaphorically and literally
My head is in the clouds.
I’m your lonely rocket ship, never getting nearer
This atmosphere is killing, I’m sure you understand.
They say it’s one small step for man
One giant leap for all mankind
But I wish you’d take a step to me
And put your spaceman hands in mine.