We're All Queer In Our Own Way:

[tectak]

small edit; (grammar in the 2nd stanza)

With pants round ankles I bracedsomething missing between ankles and arse
arse pointed seaward.
The heavy splash of salt water
stung my spread cheeks.only a moraliser could find something worryingly off about this image. I know the connotations of "spread cheeks" but is this an appropriate adjective? Even "pale" might contribute to the class image rather than the risqué.

Harry captured our anal escapades
on the cliffs of Anglesey;Is this a continuation of the sea scouring tale or something additional occuring up't cliff? I ask out of general interest because there is an altitudinal shift here which may or may not add to the scene(s)...and that makes the whole piece thus far more complicated than at first indicated. We are getting into adult themes here.
filming us in our cups acting like twats.or looking like twats?
It was a calling for us and for him,
he never joined in though.I like the judgement call implicit in this line. It makes the reader feel.a little more comfortable with whatever may be coming next. Adds immensely to the tension of a first read.

We teased him about being queer
which he was, it was somethingor "though he was"
he always denied.Phew,safe at last. We can turn our backs again

shortly after the drunken squall
Harry drove himself
into the back of a lollipop man
his dad....This stanza needs punctuation

The stop sign flew through the windscreen
its handle pierced his heart....

Harry the queer;
We all cried, we all loved him.The last two stanzas are unclear gramatically but not entirely without poignancy. Sometimes this works as a simplification to allow the reader to relax in his certainty of interpretation...like I alway knew the butler did it. Not sure here though.
Best,
Tectak

original:
With pants round ankles I braced
arse pointed seaward.
The heavy splash of salt water
stung my spread cheeks.

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 him,
he never joined in though.

We teased him about being queer
which he was, it was something
he always denied.

shortly after the drunken squall
Harry drove himself
into the back of a lollipop man
his dad....

The stop sign flew through the windscreen
its handle pierced his heart....

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