NEW: boy on the empty dance floor

 

Eyebrows like the lethal sharp wings of a swooping serpent - flash and flicker across his face. His mouth - with unsteady cupid lips - forces a thousand expressions for each moment - while his eyes - glazed into repeat rhythmical visions - blink but once a century. Dressed in tight black jeans and a stretched and baggy old-band t-shirt - he is the boy god of the empty dance floor - the dark guardian of vacancy in motion. His steps - placing each naked foot on the neon lit floor - with the care and precision of the ambivalent - his feet expressing moist occult pathways in careful rhythms that only he can guess at. With thin pale arms outstretched - like new born saplings deep in the endless forest - his long piano playing fingers jerk to the rhythm - to the beat of his own invention. With hair a dark blob of restless provocation and desire - he leads with no direction - but upwards - ever upwards.