Kiki-boy
Dreaming through a screen,
Kiki with the yellow hat and black eyes.
Tú eres la manzana del ojo.
As he drums his fingers, they turn to ash.
Kiki with his blue eyes, red lips.
Mi hijo, mi muchachito bonito
Ven aquí, por favor
He just wants to look at you.
Don't be shy, Kiki-boy.
Te miro, like a dusty film at a hot,
scratching midnight movie house.
Sweat like salt, like bloodied lips.
Kiki with the violet eyes, Kiki by the screen
con las luces en sus dientes.
Skinny boy, crazy boy.
Spiraling boy down the thin metal stairs,
thin like his wrists.
Como Díos, pero más joven.
Díos debe ser joven, y bonita.
Como Kiki.
Dark-haired, black eyes.
White print with no color.
Kiki, you're a name in a newspaper
no picture, no fotografía
pero voy a te recuerdo.
Cuando Kiki está muerto,
all that shiny black hair of yours
is going outside en la calle.
Oye, Kiki. Adieu.
Kiki with the yellow hat and black eyes.
Tú eres la manzana del ojo.
As he drums his fingers, they turn to ash.
Kiki with his blue eyes, red lips.
Mi hijo, mi muchachito bonito
Ven aquí, por favor
He just wants to look at you.
Don't be shy, Kiki-boy.
Te miro, like a dusty film at a hot,
scratching midnight movie house.
Sweat like salt, like bloodied lips.
Kiki with the violet eyes, Kiki by the screen
con las luces en sus dientes.
Skinny boy, crazy boy.
Spiraling boy down the thin metal stairs,
thin like his wrists.
Como Díos, pero más joven.
Díos debe ser joven, y bonita.
Como Kiki.
Dark-haired, black eyes.
White print with no color.
Kiki, you're a name in a newspaper
no picture, no fotografía
pero voy a te recuerdo.
Cuando Kiki está muerto,
all that shiny black hair of yours
is going outside en la calle.
Oye, Kiki. Adieu.