Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw,3

a cheerful curmudgeon, muchloved hermit.
Vedgecurry king with ancient spicerack.
Servant of an allloving Allahforallcomers.

Lover to T. and G. and B. and D.,others;
fameimmune matteroffact onenightstander
with Steve Strange and Jimmy Sommerville, others
of whom there aren’t records. Had
the heartlungers, had the flings halting shy of any hard long
linger, love roster of halfalifetime at the speed of London.
He respected his past for its romantic whole: whole moments
of hunger, whole moments of peace. Browmopper
handholder hankieshoulder. Male muse, constructivecritic
whose criticisms w’only that bangtorights music
bettersoonerthannever confronted
with a steady on the chevy. A decade celibate
too, but he didn’t resent this
- alone’s da bomb when you're da biz!
Didn’t matter, he extratreasured th’ilk of experience
which should shout, ’Sic, Sadness, sic!’
No bitter blipouts even regards manky months of pain
when rogue ides downthepannedout
- ’There’s a blessing of lessons in AIDS no less!’
solemnly smirked bittersweet optimist.

Committed adorer 
of every man and woman as Umma, tho’ this ask got a
wriggle rocky when Blair ’n’ Bush bairly blushed
on cornchute news we’d cockasnootat over nosh.
And he wasn’t keen on greenfly either.