Folsom

Folsom 

In the golden light, that famous golden light
That made the famous famous, in an alley,
Actually, but still in that light, a nude man 
Leans back against brick with his eyes closed, 
Stroking himself, his cock ring gleaming, 
And this isn’t weird, this is Folsom, 
And he’s alone not quite the way he’s alone 
When he’s at home because here he is alone
Amongst others, including you, and this 
Would be enough, actually, but a boy walking
By — I think we can call him a boy — stops 
And says, May I? and starts jacking him off, 
Then, sooner than you would have thought,
Kneels down and starts sucking him 
And continues to, the man leaning back,
Eyes closed as they were before, in that light 
That has turned grave now like water 
In which a cube of bullion fumes,
It is somehow older, the boy stands up
And kisses him with lips that have been
Where his lips have been and walks off
Half-turning to look for his friends.