Why Can'T I Be Young, Rich and Thin

That answer to that is painfully simple: I’m a disabled, thirty-something individual with compromised mobility…and I’m a lazy S.O.B...

But, oh, how I fantasize! And loath am I to torture myself by looking at all the exquisite, fabulous fashion creations by Versace, Comme Des Garcons, Missoni and Vivienne Westwood; elegant creations I will never be able to wear, let alone afford. Though I enjoy being a man and would have it no other way, I envy women and sometimes wish I was one, just so I could wear a Versace gown, even if it were just to take out the trash.

I worship fashion and models; they are my demigods. They embody all that is outwardly beautiful. I don’t mind the shallowness of it. I wish I was Coco Rocha, Naomi Campbell, Janice Dickinson, Linda Evangelista, Tyra Banks, Milla Jovovich, all rolled into one. I wish I could strut and stomp the catwalk; to pound the runway in some outrageous creation by Rei Kawakubo. To jet-set to Paris, Milan, Tokyo, London…! I would die and go to fashion heaven, and see Gianni, and I would be his Muse. Poor, Gianni; why did that bastard kill you? Genius was lost that day and fashion has since suffered in your absence.

I wish I was as skillful with sewing as I am with words; since I’ll never be a model, I’d at least like to design clothes that would echo my influences. A mesh of the sex of Versace, the elegance of Missoni, the insane artistic destruction and anti-fashion of Comme des Garcons and the hipness of Vivienne Westwood; yes, that would be my style, as my poetry echoes Poe, Shelley, Keats and Dickinson. 

But, alas and alas again! For these are all but mere dreams and fantasies that shall never be fulfilled! But a gay boy can dream, can’t he?
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J.T. Avatar
October 21, 2013 at 11:55 PM
I suppose you can dream. Good poem
That Archaic Poet Avatar
October 23, 2013 at 7:01 AM
Thanks, PJ! :)
Mehta Avatar
October 11, 2013 at 12:52 AM
I remember Shakespeare, Marlowe and the romantic poets of 19th century while reading these pragmatic expressions
That Archaic Poet Avatar
October 11, 2013 at 7:22 AM
I hope that's a good thing, Doc lol. Thanks for stopping by and for the read and review :)
Andresen Avatar
October 10, 2013 at 12:23 PM
- Dreams are important part of life .... Thank you for your beautiful poem! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
That Archaic Poet Avatar
October 10, 2013 at 12:26 PM
Very true, Anne Lise. Thank YOU for taking time to read and reply; I do appreciate it :)
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