In the cold summer heat
where the chill is inside…
The boy in the garden
has secrets to hide…
Walking with walkman
and singing a dirge…
A screaming erection
while fighting the urge…
To talk to his idol;
soft spoken and gentle…
The man is a monster
yet so sentimental…
The man is tormented
and torments this boy…
With feelings that threaten
to create or destroy…
The boy in the garden.
The man that was chosen…
By fate or by chance?
He never will know…
But the boy has been captured.
The boy is enraptured.
The boy is in love
with a man made of snow.
Written by Jason Wright
February 3, 2000
Inspired by Jason Alery,
who I obsessed over endlessly in school,
while listening to “Winter Marches On” by Duran Duran.