You tell me what to wear:
Pretty boys paint a beautiful picture,
Perfectly captures emotions,
The soul’s seduction blows in soft focus; images: as to suggest dreams.
The lips wetted,
The hunger cannot be refrain,
You become convinced that you cannot breathe nor live without.
Jocks and Nerds
White skin gleams,
The not so innocent; seduces the eyes.
Sexual tensions: evaporates from the pages,
The image you want to consume
to chasten away perceived gloom.
You wish to become like him:
Wearing beautiful designer clothes
Hermes: ‘A sporting Life’.
The pallet to the knife on the canvas draws:
Soft blues and yellows: a Diderot unity of falsifying emotions.
Tod’s polished brogues,
Oliver Spencer: seducing the Orientals: the new zeitgeist.
Dreams and wonders,
Puncture the sky.
They have and live up amongst the clouds,
Never looking down.
BMW iconicity: ‘i’ would you believe stands for intelligence,
To have another would refrain credulity.
So you rise to the challenge.
Be part of the new contrition.
You eat the host,
Drink the spilt blood,
Continually searching for the ultimate nirvana of cool:
The model sits cuddling a teddy bear,
Wearing schoolboy trousers.
Nurture them young:
Hegemony defined aspirations
The new fashionistas:
Burberry and the Beckhams,
Day-Glo blue jackets… new to the market. They,
soon to be found in the bargain basement of dreams.