I had a bright neon pink light
With me
I saw the elegant black of his night
With me
I would have cradled this path bright
With me
But I caressed the dark velvet of his blight
With me
As I stayed on with his skid row site
With me
The trail of lucid pond clear thoughts put to flight
So I will keep at bay his black jeans so tight
Within me
Obsidian hair shining with lustful might
Within me
So I will banish the remaining spots of night
Within me
Returning to the ambient office light
Within me.
~~~
Commentary
This I’ve written is about an actual person whose bad habits and not-so-social behavior were enshrined in his otherwise affable, attractive bod, hence, he gets away with most of his negativity that affects the seduced and the unaware (More like Rambo or the Terminator, whose murderous rampages seem justified with their Hollywood hyped roles…).
The verses and the connotations here appear to be too Anne Rice for my tastes, with her male vampires looking each other up and down and breathing heavily at each other, but I couldn’t break out of this queer criticism without really enjoying myself, putting my straightness into stark contrast with it (We’re so the same yet we’re so different, Carson Kressley!). I loved it when my brain quipped, “Dude, that’s so brokeback!”
I couldn’t provide you with his pic, when he found out about this writing about him, he just made it so difficult for me to pirate his images online so I just have to find a close McCoy for you to visualize. With his randy and superior airs, he is a close resemblance to this guy:
But I bet, if he goes on influencing other people negatively, or to try to make goth a fashion statement until he’s 50, I think he will end to look up like this guy:
Not so bad looking either, huh? Takes a fan to know him well though…
