We're All Queer In Our Own Way:

[Leanne]

With pants round ankles I braced
arse pointed seaward.
The heavy splash of salt water
stung my spread cheeks. -- great image to start, it makes the poem seem as if it's going to be frivolous, which is neatly subverted later on

Harry captured our anal escapades
on the cliffs of Anglesey;
filming us in our cups acting like twats.
It was a calling for us and for him,
he never joined in though.

We teased him about being queer
which he was, it was something -- I tend to think that "which he was" should be on a line to itself, without punctuation
he always denied.

shortly after the drunken squall
Harry drove himself
into the back of a lollipop man
his dad.... -- any chance you could put (his dad) instead of bothering with an ellipsis?

The stop sign flew through the windscreen -- I keep thinking you could easily have "the stop sign pierced the windscreen/ its handle pierced his heart
its handle pierced his heart....

Harry the queer;
We all cried, we all loved him.

This is very poignant, Billy, and a really good read. Thanks