Rent Boys
The rent boys, too tired now from their
work with old men in the night, lol lazily
on their bicycles, scratching their
pale whiskers;
but whiskers on a " young boy" ?
no, no... the old men like young men,
those who look like boys;
and the old men come in taxis, Bentleys
and sometimes droves; carrying money
and even little gifts, for their favourites,
their paid lovers; and one, (or is it two?)
attends in leather, Marlon Brando style
and some of the old men like a whore
who resists; or cries, and others like to
talk, about their mothers, or their wives;
or want to pretend they're going away, and
have them do a role play...
a "please persuade me to stay",kind of thing
and when the morning's judge, the dawn,
illuminates their wooded copse, behind their hill,
their place of hidden business, where the cars park still;
the young men, who look like boys, ride off in
their gold and silver baseball caps;
Tonto and Lone Ranger style, their Walkmans
feeding music and lies into their ears;
and later in a tate-a-tate, they fill their mouths
with coffee and strong mints, to take away the
taste of old men's sighs
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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