The Boy With The Blue Tongue

I do not know him,
I just see him
In photographs.

An art gallery party,
A wild old Razzmattaz queen,
Hyde park at night.

A crazy girl,
Laughing crazily.

The boy has a stained blue tongue,
A silly look,
A boyish smile.

He looks quite cool.

I wonder silently
To myself,
If ever I get to kiss him,
I will be a boy again
I think.

That mad decade,
That mad mad decade,
He takes me back,
His hand is cold,
A chill in my body,
Rushes in the mind,
Quick, all of a sudden,
I am lost in the mayhem,
Again,
Just for a moment.

Dazzled, in a blur,
Beautiful emptiness.