Scott - Soho

I dont remember when I lost it my greenhorn my cherry my only wedding satin is the skin of my inside wrist thighs and as far as lilies go Im an arabesque amaranthine puce scarlet etc all those fancy names for red that just mean red you can be humble white unopened but I tell you we all bleed when it comes to it you can sing of the april lily the pearl the ice cave but we all bud in muck and shit youre a little boy when you sleep all curled up shrimp like your pillow-creased cheeks dank brow and is it me youre dreaming of eyelids caught in birdlime clementine lips in a mid-dream duet who is this sound that comes to you in the beetle-blue night an O a B a V perhaps just never an R tell me his name darling roll closer sing it into the feathered pillow so I might hold it against your gorgeous mouth there you go again silver plating the bus stop you make my veins pop blue as a boy I could name all your waters sea of crisis sea of cold you did not turn away as I jerked off explored my down with your darling beam oh satellite follow me home and I will open my walls for you tonight I want your lidless eye your pearly hum wash my beard with translucence transmute my skin to semi-precious metal enter my mouth my anus with light lidl roses dont last they rot even a dash of 7up in the vase cant save them the skin-pinks slacken scrotum like the reds crumble to eczema scabs I did not know you would fade so soon oh flower and in the cemeteries after pentecost boys are heaping the overblown fetid and sick into wheelbarrows scrubbing the gravestones with horsehair wiping the lichen from your initials