Girls and Boys

Girls and Boys short poem

I watched the boys clamor
amorous and sweet
for their little girls
who stand black on the street
and you’ll crash I swear it
back down to earth
you’ll wear their frowns
beneath bronzed, rough skin
doused with confidence and cologne
you’ll be sorry you ever
spread your lips

Flaxen hair and bright pink shoes
meant for each other
meant to be dead
the little girls and boys
mess with each other’s heads
they like to poke and prod
and when they’re done they nod
to sleep on heroin colored
candies then
beat each other
merciless in the morning
fond of sleep
I watch from rainbow colored
ceilings.

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Terry Watts
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I like the image this brings to mind of a dependant society and how it grips all.

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