hid
- Sebastian Jack
- Sep 13
- 2 min read
he never made a FIRST IMPRESSION
whetting any second
looks
no, “please, I BEG, allow me freshen
up your drink,” he had
no hooks
to ANGLE, snag, ensnare a lover
nothing much to get
him laid..
no Fabio or romance cover
‘til that RANDOM
masquerade
-
our QUIET CHILD leaned polite
this sober, stoic, loner
being
keeping HEART and VESSEL tight
with time enough in gym
when seeing
all the other fellas PREENING
neath their tiny tanks
and shorts
with him all covered, in betweening
nary noticed GENTLE
sort..
-
but then a misdirected LURING
landed in his Tuesday
benign the words, “A Festive Touring”
bid him save the date..
“AVAIL
yourself of costume, LOTS OF SKIN...”
was how the invitation
phrased
its very firm and reasoned spin
on guests and GUISES..
racy praised
-
with little more than feathers, beak
and HARDLY ELSE as
nether neck
revealing things unseen, our geek
had HIDDEN far below
the deck
uncovered in the GRANDEST ways
a modest flap of suede
was all..
when greeted by a world of gaze
and staring, OGLES
I recall
-
as DOUBLE-TAKES and rubber necks
abounded through the
fab affaire
our boy enjoined to POSE and FLEX
for selfies, one night stands
I dare
not share the WHOLE of what went on
in corners dimly lit where
found
this ugly duckling now a SWAN..
still humble, grinning
barely sound
-
a life can change when invites land
with WRONG address on
ERRANT card
and who was pasty now is TANNED
and he is mine, your
clever bard
‘twas ME who left the parcel posting
there upon his meager
pile
of bills and flyers, PARTY HOSTING
years ago, a lovely
guile...