The Wild Boys (6 page)

Naked
boy
on yellow toilet seat sunlight in pubic hairs a twitching foot.

Boys
masturbating in bleak public school toilets, outhouses, locker rooms … a blur of flesh.

Farja
sighs deeply and rocks back hugging his knees against his chest. Nitrous fumes twist from pink rectal flesh in whorls of orange, sepia, rose.

Red fumes envelop the
two bodies
. A scream of roses bursts from tumescent lips roses growing through flesh tearing thorns of delight intertwined the quivering bodies crushed them together writhing gasping in an agony of roses.

What happens between my legs is like a cold drink to me it is just a feeling … cool round stones against my back sunshine and shadow of Mexico. It is just a feeling between the legs a sort of tingle. It is a feeling by which
I am
here at all.

We squat there our knees touching. Kiki looks down between his legs watching himself get stiff. I feel the tingle between my legs and I am getting stiff too.

cadavers. Electron microscope shows cells, nerves, bone.

Telescope shows stars and planets and space. Click microscope. Click telescope.

He
wasn’t there really. Pale the picture was pale. I could see through him. In life used address I give you for that belated morning.

Young
ghosts
blurred faces boys and workshops the old February 5, 1914.

I
am
not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I have to do before I can go.

The dead
around like birdcalls rain in my face.

Flight of geese across a gleaming empty sky … Peter John S … 1882-1904 … the death of a child long ago … cool remote spirit to his world of shades … I was waiting there pale character in someone else’s writing breathing old pulp magazines. Turn your face a little to eyes like forget-me-nots … flickering silver smile melted into air … The boy did not speak again.