Spats

[Jerrybaldy]

Tonight I am him
For you
I will wear spats and serve tea
I will lick the knife
How you like
Blood on my tombstone teeth
Dancing by the fire
Eating custard creams
Dipped in lady gray
I will be your man
With cigarette ash
On my tank top
Jam stained fingers
Butterflies pinned in books
Dead skin floating in the light
I'm rolling my socks into
Flying saucers
Thinking there's still time
To grow a moustache
And wear kipper ties
Fleur de lise.
Naturally.

[emerson1999]

I enjoy the imagery within this poem. It certainly conveys the message of changing yourself according to other's preferences (unless the actual meaning went over my head, a very possible scenario) and the internal emotions that entails.

[LukeHel64]

good imagery. Thanks for sharing