STRUNG OUT

THE EYES ON THE STAIRWELL...

THE BOY'S EYES WERE ASHES...

THE LIES & HEARTBREAK

HUNG TO DRY ON EYELASHES.

THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD...

ON THIS BOY IN THE CITY...

THE BOY'S MOUTH WAS SORROW;

THE BOY'S PAIN WAS PRETTY.

THE THINNESS & ACHING...

THE BROKEN & WEARY...

THE SOUL HUNGRY BOY

SEEMED BOTH DRUNKEN & DREARY.

THE GLAMOUR OF HARDSHIP...

THE GLITTER OF SEX...

THE LOOK IN THOSE EYES

WAS BOTH SAD & COMPLEX.

THE LOOK OF THE LOST...

UNWANTED SEDUCTION...

THE LOOK OF THE LOST BOY

IN HIS SELF DESTRUCTION.

THAT LOOK WAS AN OMEN...

THAT LOOK WAS A WARNING...

THAT LOOK WILL STILL HAUNT ME

LONG AFTER THIS MORNING.

BUT I'LL STILL BE LOOKING...

AND I'LL STILL BE WANTING...

IF NOT FOR SURRENDER

THEN TO STOP THIS DREAD HAUNTING.

AND I PRAY THAT THE LIGHT

IN THAT BOYS EYES STAYS BURNING...

FOR NOTHING AROUSES THE DEAD

OR THE HURTING.

© MARCH 23, 2000 By Menes