12-19-2010, 02:24 PM
It's nearly Christmas,
and I waste my precious time
watching music videos
for one shot of a half-naked man,
my Puerto Rican prince
in tight jeans and no shirt,
warbling some empty love song.
More processed than a cheese sandwich
bought from a gas station,
a spiritual wasteland entombed
in bronze flesh. This is romance
as I perceive it: taut and pouting
like fresh fish on my television screen,
as I drink lemonade
then grow slowly erect.
and I waste my precious time
watching music videos
for one shot of a half-naked man,
my Puerto Rican prince
in tight jeans and no shirt,
warbling some empty love song.
More processed than a cheese sandwich
bought from a gas station,
a spiritual wasteland entombed
in bronze flesh. This is romance
as I perceive it: taut and pouting
like fresh fish on my television screen,
as I drink lemonade
then grow slowly erect.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe