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(poem anarchy) THE BEAUTIFUL BOYS, THE DEAD BOYS

Posted by kid_A on February 19, 2002, at 23:00:29

THE BEAUTIFUL BOYS, THE DEAD BOYS


I. beautiful boys

beautiful boys, do they
cast shadows? eating angels
like rockets, how they
grew into little Shivas--
shatterers of worlds
and rose from that lake
that once pulled me under
and where i lay with the
eyeless fish who knew
everything about the
beautiful boys, as
they grew paws like
werewolves & resurrected
themselves in the deep deep
south, they pinned
themselves there to a
southern cross-- in
october they slumbered
perched high in the rose beds
waiting to be reborn, they
were Christmas babies who
walked with big boots
stamping out
planets with a wink
and a nod--
prime movers, they put the
tick into Atlas's mighty
clock, as gentle as rain
as simple as the knife
and easy as a whore
like the whore, that
you are, you goddamned
dumb sonofabitch...
i hate you, i do hate
you so.


II. dead boys

dead boys, do they know
death? they disappear inside
when they pray for sleep
they dyin of
starvation, every word they
eat is as empty as air,
come inside--
i can take care
of you, thats what
you want? right?
you stink of want--
you need something
to fill that want
to fix that
restless desire
i've got just the thing
com'ere, my darling
let me slip it in
its so sharp you wont
even feel it, and
in this moment you
can profess your love
to me, as meaningless as
paper, & hungry for ideas
are you sad? com'ere sweetie,
honey, let me drain you
with a big wet heavy
metal kiss.


III. epilogue (the beautiful boys
and the dead boys try
to make amends)

i don't like you! you're dead!
do you know that? i think
you got an unboundable
death drive--
you can't be trapped can you?
you're inescapable! big as
a Christian cross, and
arms stretched out akimbo
the same-- to both sides
look at you! what a marvel
you are, such a girth of
ticks and whistles!
a real live boy! HAHA!
million dollar windfall
and you're trapped
inside your skin, what
a drag! who will carry
that matsu no ki?
the antecedent of
a box that calls
you home, go home!
you're dead,
you dumb eyed
mental nightmare
you dead dead
dumbstruck
dumb eyed
boy,

oh.


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