the happiest man alive

dazzlingly inventive,
a radical initiator,
strippers and hoes,
hyper-sophisticated fashionistas,
princesses, imps and fairies,
all vie for your attention and affections

they surrender themselves to you
as if this kind of reality,
as if this kind of substance
can be found nowhere else but in you

beauty rags like Numéro Zero,
Purple Fashion and Pop Magazine
all quote you and display your gorgeous face

what makes you an atypical wonder?
what makes you an esthetic of extreme artifice?

for one thing, you are the inventor,
the genius behind extravagant visual scenarios
influenced by everything and anything,
from fairy tales to hard-core porn
and ice cream wet dreams

sometimes it seems you’re too-cool-for-jesus
but not so, you have a pure diamond in your heart,
a precocious, skinny, strangely gifted kid,
born in the middle of the country, no-wheresville,
raised in cities from coast to coast

exaggeration, ingenuity, art, science,
theatre, autonomous black film noir,
are all quintessential elements for your
trigger happy, love-joy existence,
you must be the happiest man alive

i am