On Dylan McKay and Luke Perry

The most world-weary 29-year-old

Sixteen-year-old to grace the small screen

An emancipated minor with

Worry lines and crow’s feet

Was the foxiest of Fox’s Gen X zip code


Brenda your brunette Betty

Kelly your blonde Veronica

But Dylan was never wholesome, schoolboy

Broken Jalopy Archie


To the eye

You were the bad boy

Motorcycle, leather jacket & sunglasses

With an alcoholic past to match


Underneath that eyebrow scar

Was the surfer poet

Golden-hearted loyal friend

Who’d help Brandon up off a cliff’s ledge


Dylan McKay was the blueprint

For Tim Riggins

Jordan Catalano

Ryan Atwood


Even Ray Pruitt


From 1991’s next James Dean

Denim, leather, hairsprayed pompadour and all

To 2017’s premiere CW DILF

Denim, weathered, facial scruff and all

And a working actor in between


Former castmates, coworkers, neighbors

Paint a picture of a humble, affable

Kind and generous man

May this be your legacy


Dylan McKay is immortal

But Luke Perry is gone

A generation is questioning its mortality

This is supposed to happen to our parents’

Teen idols—not ours