Like vampires and phantoms,
Shrouded in black,
The Lost Boys wander
To a desolate destination.
Taken from the sea,
The black fish oscillates,
With its lip caught on a hook.
In the darkness, the scales
Reflect the moonlight like miniscule mirrors.
Black rose, red rose, white rose
On a bed of thorns,
Torched in a pastiche of blue petals.
The Morbid and the Macabre clasp pale hands,
And dance about the fire
To Smith, Siouxsie, and Sumner.
Drops dripping in the sink,
The clock strikes the two,
And the pendulum stops traversing the pit.
To the boulevards and buses,
The Lost Boys go,
To become melancholy fish again,
In the Sea of Sadness.
Enigmatic Pseudonyms
Thirteen to eighteen
Like a rocket, blasting off
Into space - a voracious void.
Only to destructively descend
In an antithetical comet
Of reddish onyx to orange white.
Billy,
Of the Everlasting Gaze and Siamese Dreams.
A pathetic pulchritude about the pupils,
of an audacious rock star,
Who played augmented too often.
Freak -
El freako, en espanol, por favor.
The boy coming of the girls' locker room
Or the girl coming out of the boys'.
Baseball and hockey are synonymous.
The rules are interchangeable when you stand nonchalantly alone.
Elton John,
Or Benny and the Jets? An
Androgynous, auspicious rock star
In some song from the Seventies
Overplayed like ornate polyester shirts.
Jesse - but no Jessica.
The boy-girl or girl-boy?
Of fire-red plastic beads and
Onyx coats to opaquely
Clothe the useless organs
And superfluous flesh
One received at
Birth.