look / see there's this boy with glossy dewy skin and he's pouring maple syrup all over him, still trying to caramelize his hair but the sugar is too much it's too burnt
watch how he looks at you with cough drops on his cheeks daring you to come and kiss him you go and kiss him
watch how his face morphes into something so articulately ambivalent and poof he's now lengths away from you
watch how he replaces the cough drops for glitter and burnt sugar for chalk powder of every abhorrent bright colour
watch how he ditches the maple syrup and paints his nails blue and flicks his watch on the sidewalk because he simply wishes to
(perhaps he'd rather read tales to figure out the time)
watch him grow his hair watch him bloom into a dress and now he's a perfect enigma of social misfit but he's beautiful, something you're failing to feel darling
watch him now wear peach sap on his ruddy lips with a faux daffodil behind his ear
look / see there's another boy with charred hair and mint eyes and muddy skin and opium up his nostrils
look / see how they're surrounded and uplifted by the gold of the sun dancing upon the chalky rainbows on the sidewalk skipping through the syrup of erotic madness, titillations of uncoherent metaphysical divinity now adorn their skin while they sip their milkshakes and all it took was just a collision of peach sap ruddy + chapped lips
