When does she blossom?
When does she burst into flame?
The 5 boys dance for each other.
For their own amusement
and love of life
50 people quietly wait for the train
25 for the sea
25 for the island
45 stare at the boys.
Plebes basking in the light of royalty.
the divine touch,
that science has yet to define,
resides within them,
They are above us.
45 Plebes stare as Princesses invent a world.
We are not noticed
Nor should we be.
They dance in a separate realm that only seems to share our dimension.
We are grateful for the glimpse.
O How they shine.
The 5 boys twist and hook hips
and Fast Vogue Hands
They mime and mesh styles
Caribbean Parade, Break-Dance, Madonna
I'm not really sure how they do it.
Or what IT is.
But It's fascinating
In proper attire these Princesses could make a Plebe forget himself.
And a strange thing happens.
For the 1st time since the fad began
I see boys in tight jeans and I don't think
These Princesses make it look good.
These boys inform me in no uncertain terms that
I am old
I know not of which I speak
Behold the youth
The tide comes in
Destroys my sand castles
And now new minds create.
I thought they were wearing tight jeans and sneakers?
I was wrong.
They were wearing ballgowns.
The 5 boys dance
and Dylan is just another name.
if you have another song to sing sir
go ahead and sing it. But please keep
it quiet. We rented this dance hall
and Bowie was just a fake
or a sell-out
Either way, his sun set
and he'll never get
to take it back
Lennon's just lucky they never got their hands on him.
Hip Hop's just an institution.
And Mick and Janet are so fucking deluded
the 5 boys just pity them.
And I'm just a plebe.
I never got invited to the dance and I never will.
The tide rolled in
The tide rolled out
And now I keep time
With the sea-anemones.
But just before I got swept away.
Somewhere between the bottle and the field.
I was given a glimpse of the days to come.
Of 5 boys dancing