Poetry / NightMoves (Young Rock Star)

       Would you believe
       ten cents?
       (...Hardly cab fare)...
       That’s all I remember i have…
       that,  and one of your photographs;
       the one of us
       smiling, languid in the
       presence of all your fans.
       The music makes us smile.
       I hope you didn’t hold two fingers
       behind my head
       in juvenile fashion
       That would remind me of the widening gap
       between us.
       Goodbye my sexually peaking god.
       You are so grown up – yet so naive.
       The 23 year old young man dressed in
       young women.
       “Don’t move you could crush one.”
       I could
       with my bare hands.
       With one look -
       strangle them -
       annihilate them -
       disintegrate them.
       But they have done it themselves.
       They are so young and
       know not
       who they are.
       “Come, my young prince.
       It is time to dress you to go.
       You are back on the road by midnight
       or you become a pumpkin again.
       and all your pretty fans –
       just doormice…”
       “Goodnight Cinderfella.”