Friday, March 30, 2012

Warm Boys

For boys the formula is lust squared, added to lavender oil
Multiplied by the number of presses imbibed
While 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 dark
Or 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 watch
Morning brings work  and a feeling of helplessness
That can only be quelled by Stoli and warm boys.

18 comments:

  1. ah, whatever, a show's a show. sigh.

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  2. I 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.

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  3. I'm not quite sure what I just witnessed, or how one wears a marble bag, but, Hell, a warm boy is a warm boy.

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  4. Sometimes we're looking for Ms. Right, and sometimes we're looking for Ms. Right Now, Damnit. Wry and well-built stuff.

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  5. I think Kerry says Happiness Is A Warm Boy. :-P

    Me, I'm too old for such stuff, and not quite sure what exactly is going on here. Now, where did I leave my knitting?

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  6. "lust squared, added to lavender oil" ... Pretty.

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  7. My, my, my!

    "Respect takes on a different meaning after dark"

    Love that.

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  8. 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.

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  9. Or 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
    Cheeky and cheerful. :)

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  10. 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.

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  11. For boys the formula is lust squared...

    This could have been the poem all by itself! ha but the rest takes us on quite a wild ride...

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  12. One hand or a hundred hands across a bare ass -> that's an interesting line

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  13. I 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.

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  14. I 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!!!!!

    viva la

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  15. How did I miss this one?!
    Sounds like one hell of a party! ;D

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  16. 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.

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  17. Lots 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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