For boys the formula is lust squared, added to lavender oil
Multiplied by the number of presses imbibedWhile smoking on the patio wearing only a marble bag
Or a shmear of foundation to hide a five o’clock shadow
One hand or a hundred hands across a bare ass
Respect takes on a different meaning after darkOr loses meaning, proportionate to the amount of attention needed
At two in the morning “she” might do, besties til' noon
Bathroom priorities turn from need to feed
Regardless of the audience, a show is a show, let’s watchMorning brings work and a feeling of helplessness
That can only be quelled by Stoli and warm boys.
ah, whatever, a show's a show. sigh.
ReplyDeleteI like the somersaults this one does, showing us all kinds of anatomical highlights. Last stanza settles in like fog, (or too much vodka) and the cynical hilarity of the original images becomes a bit of a dirge, yet not a downhearted one, if that makes sense. We're all helpless, all victims, its just the perspective. Enjoyed the ride, Corey.
ReplyDeleteI'm not quite sure what I just witnessed, or how one wears a marble bag, but, Hell, a warm boy is a warm boy.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we're looking for Ms. Right, and sometimes we're looking for Ms. Right Now, Damnit. Wry and well-built stuff.
ReplyDeleteI think Kerry says Happiness Is A Warm Boy. :-P
ReplyDeleteMe, I'm too old for such stuff, and not quite sure what exactly is going on here. Now, where did I leave my knitting?
ahahah warm boys make me warm.
ReplyDelete"lust squared, added to lavender oil" ... Pretty.
ReplyDeleteMy, my, my!
ReplyDelete"Respect takes on a different meaning after dark"
Love that.
Hmm....this does create some interesting images, "marble bags, lust squared, one hand or a hundred across a bare ass" Well after all a show is a show.
ReplyDeleteOr as my mum used to tell me (not that I ever would but) "never marry a sailor" When I asked why she'd say: "Because he has a girl in every port" I have no idea if that's true or not but, this has that same feel to it. Anything will do after dark as long as it's a female. LOL
ReplyDeleteCheeky and cheerful. :)
Wow, you so nailed it. "Respect takes on a different meaning after dark." Thanks for your way cool comment on my blog. I am gathering, from the interviews I do of so many long-time-and-happily-partnered folks, that likely I just didnt have the background to expect much from a man. We do learn and grow, thankfully, and I am happy to have made friends with some very beautiful men in my later years. There are some wonderful ones out there, for certain.
ReplyDeleteFor boys the formula is lust squared...
ReplyDeleteThis could have been the poem all by itself! ha but the rest takes us on quite a wild ride...
One hand or a hundred hands across a bare ass -> that's an interesting line
ReplyDeleteI am imagining a pub with amber dim lights, music, smell of vodka, perfume, bodies. Nice lines, not a place for the timid to hang out. Interesting insights.
ReplyDeleteI love a good drag poem, especially one that ends with my two favorite things: stoli and warm boys. Here I feel you have stayed the course of exposing small truths while tucking in a larger drama. This piece is well balanced and driven by a voice that is new to your work ( I felt at least). Thanks for posting, hope to see some new works from ya soon!!!!!
ReplyDeleteviva la
How did I miss this one?!
ReplyDeleteSounds like one hell of a party! ;D
The life of a lady-boy encapsulated. Your allusions prompted a bit of rumination about the life, the characters, the reasons for it all. Good writing does that... prompts the deeper thoughts. This is direct yet subliminal, like scripture. You only get what you're ready to get. Exceptional write.
ReplyDeleteLots of really intriguing layers to this poem, I get more out of it every time I read. And I gotta agree, happiness is a warm boy...just don't tell the husband I said that!
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