Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I watch him there..his dark fairlight eyes aglow in the dark. Glimmer from the silver parts in his flesh momentarily blind me. He looks so evil in the dimness, yet somehow so innocent, the way that those lost boys always do. Puppy smiles and devil grins. Whiskey and candy cigarettes, vaseline winks and sugarcoated fist fucks....he’s the one your momma warns you about, but the one you take home to dad. You are never sure if he’s more focused on you, the song on the radio, or the bottle in his hand, and you like it that way.