Fantasy

Forever is the saddest word The poem's not worth it I'd like to read to you What Andy Warhol said About the traps of the rich But my tastes are changing This is a love note To a Fire Island lifeguard Tuscano shearling And mauve champagne I should never talk Even after two sips Though that's when I can I hate the George V hotel But I would take you there Then walk to the open market Some thoughts are not that great The Internet is my home Where it's easy to be beautiful And seen and new In the glow In the spell I thought I was better I guess I won't ever be God wants us to make out 'Cause I'm in this airport Where nobody's important I just wrote a letter Explaining all of this to you In my head The prism refracts But the stone is cloudy All that comes through Are the deeper obsessions Arvid Nordquist and dry shampoo Cocaine and Pellegrino This weather should have an entry In A  Lover's Discourse A fully enclosed private garden With direct access to the pool Hardwood floors Perfect light I, like, crave you Doesn't it ever just make you sad Plans you had with different people And how it all can't come true? I want the extremes Of pleasure Boredom Watching my lovers cry I really want to show something To the lifeguard from Fire Island Thoughts like nectar International cities To stand here a young prince Unique in spirit Replete with hospitality Aren't you even curious To see my hotel room After I swim? Sitting on my bed I typed Principal Dancer Into YouTube And drank To see the discourse And the honor Feels good Standing at my window What I think I will miss most When I die Is color And the light Sometimes it just comes to you Amidst occasional instances Of radiance or darkness I mean Everyone has their shit Then enough time goes by That's your life Maybe I expect too much I wouldn't know how not to In my room With these portraits In gold frames Feels like theater MGM Pictures The bronze light of Hollywood 1928 The future isn't real I should walk in golden rays Past rows of motorcycles To Coney Island Because I know grace Is more real than love It feels so real In the morning On Fifth Ave. With the lifeguard From Fire Island Weightless in badinage Whatever comes from Art and life Being can be too easy and common Like soda I let him come inside my world Because they gave me a key To Gramercy Park Maybe tonight I'll have a breakdown Sometimes I use this French product To soften the water When I soak in the bathtub It is silent there Like a tomb Sometimes I wish I was already in mine Sometimes I wish The world had a face I could touch the cheek of When I feel I could be a part of it When I cannot And I lie in the hot water Sometimes I wish The pearlescent steam Could sublimate the malaise And the lassitude That is there inside of me Maybe it does I believe it is that way When the light touches down Upon bunny lawns Of Fifth Ave. I don't care at all About the lifeguard so much Gravlax or Paris I should call this friend In Los Angeles An aesthete who hosts parties by the pool