Boys,

fear classroom shrapnel,
intense emotions, felt
tip pen stains that
never come out.

Be your own hairiness,
your scritch-scratch junk-
yard scrotum, the chink
of torn-out pin-up.

No need for clown noses,
just ruby with drink.
Soon, skin will hang
like a clown’s baggy pants.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s