Boy of the Month
Posted: November 4th, 2005, 11:20 pm
Perhaps the morning after whatever hangover produced the series this was in, or a day later, I must've snapped back into self-protection mode. Away with those troublesome and unrequited pinings! Bring on the verbal veils and misdirection! In any case, and just so we're ALL on the same page in this respect, my use of the term "boy" applies to an immature-acting or otherwise unsophisticated man of "legal age," being 18+ (and, quite frankly, there's little to an 18 year-old anyway)...
Boy of the Month
I'm inviting you to come-
swell the membership of One.
Be unindulgent, without love-
take a Founding Seat
and join the Club.
The Rules are simple, sometimes plain.
You must dress well
to hide your Pain.
Smoking's cool, Caffeine okay.
Whatever gets you
through the day.
This Month's agenda: one fresh Boy.
No one may touch him. He's our toy.
We'll viscerate our troubles well.
We'll yearn to touch, to taste, to smell.
Our Lust, we'll scrape; our Egos, scrub-
but never will we call it Love.
It's the Boy of the
Month Club.
September's tool for staying straight
is a Jock. His legs are great.
October's object can't compare.
At high tea, we'll mull his hair.
November's lad is short and sweet.
Chocolates will be served
for us to eat.
December's beauty, fine and rare,
will lack a little savoir faire,
so as to be not quite as good
as a proper painting rightly should.
Every month, we'll find a flaw,
some ugly Habit, an unsquared Jaw.
We'll have a list of Almost-Exes
and win the battle of the sexes.
We'll accomplish things and rediscover
how free to be, without a lover.
Let's hunger close, and drool, and raven.
We'll make quite sure
that none can have him.
Until we're done, lust dissipates-
desire peaks, evaporates-
into the nights we spend together
discussing need, and the whether
if-or-not it's worth the Joys
to pin our hopes on Stupid Boys.
Boy of the Month
I'm inviting you to come-
swell the membership of One.
Be unindulgent, without love-
take a Founding Seat
and join the Club.
The Rules are simple, sometimes plain.
You must dress well
to hide your Pain.
Smoking's cool, Caffeine okay.
Whatever gets you
through the day.
This Month's agenda: one fresh Boy.
No one may touch him. He's our toy.
We'll viscerate our troubles well.
We'll yearn to touch, to taste, to smell.
Our Lust, we'll scrape; our Egos, scrub-
but never will we call it Love.
It's the Boy of the
Month Club.
September's tool for staying straight
is a Jock. His legs are great.
October's object can't compare.
At high tea, we'll mull his hair.
November's lad is short and sweet.
Chocolates will be served
for us to eat.
December's beauty, fine and rare,
will lack a little savoir faire,
so as to be not quite as good
as a proper painting rightly should.
Every month, we'll find a flaw,
some ugly Habit, an unsquared Jaw.
We'll have a list of Almost-Exes
and win the battle of the sexes.
We'll accomplish things and rediscover
how free to be, without a lover.
Let's hunger close, and drool, and raven.
We'll make quite sure
that none can have him.
Until we're done, lust dissipates-
desire peaks, evaporates-
into the nights we spend together
discussing need, and the whether
if-or-not it's worth the Joys
to pin our hopes on Stupid Boys.
but do you want critique? (I don't necessarily have any; but as I said I'm curious and spurious.) 
If I publish anything, I'm ready for critiquing. As long as I get to 
