Dead Man

Johnny, Johnny.
You dark boy.
Your black rings.
Where did you come from?

Your mouth open,
dry and cracked
in scenes that took too long to fade.

Black brim
bubble boy,
make death for me.

When you bambi-walked
into barbarism,
i was dancing behind
touching your hair,
soft like they said it was.

That picture of the past
really did seem real,
but how could i feel
that?
With the whites of your eyes
and the black.

You brave.

Johnny break-heart.
Johnny racecar.

Johnny stumble,
humble crushable
junkie hero.

Was your toungue like mine?
Wanting to wet your dry cracked lips.
Black rings
of beauty in you.

You seducter.

You sucked,
when i first saw you.

You fucked
me now -
Johnny Depp.

I love you.