Bad guy, retread

 

I am the bad guy. I groove temptation

 

Advice to those of you in my boots:

Are you experienced?

If so, be like fire, a progressive, devouring, emotive force.

 

Demand damned pleasure.

Prey on the day.  

Memorized moments of frozen bliss

hold keys to the future.

 

The past made you what you are now.

Time to cultivate feelings long plowed under.

Bring your dreams to life.

 

Do not judge harshly; do not judge at all.

Seduce, not over minutes or hours,

but over weeks, months if necessary.

 

My blood is the color of a strong improvisational glance.

Match it, I assure you, we’ll soon someday dance.

 

Yours should be of similar hue.

Pray to the god of mega.

Be the god of you.

 

Periodically, I make a coordinated effort to resurface.

I do not break the ice.

I melt the ice.

I breathe tonal fogs anddream of feathercats.

 

Our generation, despite rumors to the contrary,

is not lost.

We segue into newer kisses.

We touch, figure, adapt, initiate, explore and relax.

We can be slippery and be seen while being the scene.

 

We can go underground and dance with dozens,

then alone.

Then walk away.

I have hazy, hazy motives and project cool, convincing glances. A hip nature comes to mind.

Sometimes it’s time to be the savior,

sometimes it’s time to recklessly accelerate with determination.

Sometimes it’s time to listen to you whisper and breathe and imagine you

four seasons into the future.

 

I refer to old chart pages of Rolling Stone for nostalgia. I burn memories like others burn dinner.

I establish myself today, I live for tomorrow.

I get serious about not getting serious.

 

Are you experienced?