Yes, the Fall, But Oh That Rise! Icarus Reconsidered

In the end our rebel dies,

but what a meteoric rise!

Better to fall from a flaming star

than never to soar so high and far.

Imagine the youth’s incredible rush:

Drugs, sex, and rock in one great gush!

And the thrill of that still in his eyes

as he drops from the skies.

The officers call in one fatality,

but death gives him immortality.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

Young Queer Reiterating the Archetype

He’s young, as in high-school aged,

a cute kid in lace-up boots, dark

skinny jeans, and a black T-shirt

with did-it-himself cutouts in the back

showing some skin, revealing the lean

curves of his torso as he leans forward

over the counter, bantering with

the barista; a tragus piercing,

bracelets and rings, a small old-school

tattoo on his forearm, a sharp haircut and

a touch of guyliner finish off the

queer-rebel look that from the perspective

of three times his age comes across

as somewhat cliched, perhaps even

unintentionally self-parodic,

but I wouldn’t for the world

have him change a stich of it

while he’s young enough to own it.


Copyright 2014

  1. Allen Culpepper