he'd seen clear blue skies
filled with bright yellow birds
and passing clouds

he'd heard of futures
filled with wads of cash
and smiling women

he'd seen that world
tangible
perfect
so imaginable

so
he eats his greens
he smiles at the girls
when they smile at him

watches the boys' soccer practice
with a different kind of yearning in his eyes

and when his mind escapes
on rainy days
he sees a stage full of magic
with mascara-thick eyes
sparkling blue eye-shadow
devilish red lips

he knows those legs
are a mile-long
in their wonderful fishnet-stocking-goodness
and those heels
sing their own song
as they click-clack on the floor

he'd be such a star
in all the boys' eyes
and everyone would cheer
as he hit the highest notes

and that pink feather boa
would capture the whole world
because everyone would find it magical
not just him

but
up he gets
every morning
and the sensuality is sucked dry
no more sparkling glitter
dreams are shaterred
like a glass figurine

so
he goes back
to those greens
and those blues
and the smiling
at the girls

but

he knows those legs
are a mile-long
in their wonderful fishnet-stocking-goodness
and those heels
sing their own song
as they click-clack on the floor

why won't you just leave him be?
let him run away
captured
in his

click-clack

smooch smooch

boys giggling

dreams