public poetry: "WILD"

"WILD" by eli clark-kramer. Written for David, ages ago.

overexposed in the wild light of paradise
our protagonist is due for escape.
under street lights beaconing the powerful
and the possessed,
he remembers chilly Icelandic wails
and laughter on the train.
In that voided light
our hero remembers his smile.
cool, charming and scabbed,
lips a little chapped,
though it's summer
bloody actually,
gushing actually.
juicy actually, like a rare steak.
Just chapped, actually, like a normal boy
18 and starving,
he returns to his party.