BACKDATING
December
2002
Lorenzo
Vantaggiato
Into the
lens
Glimpses and jabs of lost
moments
My first
boyfriend
The first time we touched
each other
Gently
stroking
Absolute pure, immature
sexes
His bitch
mother
Busting us in an
non-existent time
Complaining of
abuse
And lost virginity
corruption
Of the mind and
soul
Crucifying our eunuch
hearts
Into endless
forlornness
May she be
damned!
As we both died that
second!
At 28 I am a
camera
(Was I always
gay?)
On a short yet
significant
Piece of
film
I’m not
backdating
Just
reconstructing
Once absurd
interpretations
Pieces of
truth
That was always the
truth
Now the lens has stopped
lying
Pure glass only allows pure
thoughts
To
pass
I float within
memories
We no longer drown in
absence
Copyright 2002 by Lorenzo E. Vantaggiato
