The Boy in the Shiny Black Dress
No whisper, plea, cock or song
has penetrated deeply in ever so long
not enough to be felt
Just the hand he's been dealt
The boy in the shiny black dress.
With eyes made of riddles
telling lies like they're gospel
the boy is a wizard who needs to be seen.
In the lacy black darkness
those eyes hide a hardness
that the frilly black silk tries to harness obscene.
My words make no sense
in the light of such madness
The light of the day drives dreams dripped in sadness.
But what of the truth
in the dark of such magic
The night of such lies is what makes us both tragic.
And there is no song, cock, plea or whisper
can charm the illusion behind the boy's zipper
not enough to be felt
Just the hand he's been dealt
The boy in the shiny black dress.
Written By Jason Wright
April 23, 2010
- For George: Who Was There Though He Wasn't -