Late teens bamboozle

 Roo hoo ha ha
Big boys thin in front of the restaurant

With his four friends
Anxious at the night's expression

Big boys thin
White tshirt hedgehog hair
At the pay desk

Bamboozled by the sense of himself
The group
The bluster

Interaction getting hot 
Banter spilling drops
beer overpoured

The four of them spoke
One thinking he was better than the next
Hur hur he he hu ha ha ha

This is how they laughed
Good natured written across their faces
Laboured stances late teens try to maintain

On the cobblestones
struggling to split the bill between them

Recycling the older energies

 Some shadow descended from the attic

It had the same presence as an old dying wolf

descending on us the lost children

The remains of last millenia

Clinging to that mother's hand

to that familiar soft toy

Some shadow haunts the stairs

It makes complete sense

the inevitability of it all

A cloud whose blurry thunder plagues youth

somehow unthwarted that shadow comes down

Hungry to know the human dramas

The difference between sibling and parents

Friendships astray the conflict key to estrangement

Sense of unease descending

Something else stirs something opposed

existing to swallow the wretchedness

It serpents inbetween the thin space
Between doors
passing upward to find its way
To the head of the cruel mist descending
Icicle fangs and hollow eyes
It ties itself up in the mist
biting into it absorbing it

 

Edge of the still night

 Wide stepping it all the way down her own independence
Streaming personal power
Blending in with the humidity

Blue bluing the night not needing effort
Inhaling the thick air dowsed with aromas
A city full of kitchens

Long white pants slowly flapping
By the movement of those elegant steps
Otherwise night stood still a kite's nightmare

Pomp and swank accompanied those steps
That hip mobility put into practice
The motion conjured sexual fantasy

Something so beautiful moving through the membrane of the night
Stirring the still air with that electricity

They put a motor on it

 They put a motor on a predator
It nearly skidded off the roadside
snarling and sparking

Screaming as loud as the screech of the brakes
Leaving a trail of tyre black
Across the smooth surface

It careened forward some yet dug in
Purchased traction
Picking up that aggressive acceleration

Droning on into the night
The echo booting and bouncing
Out of sight

The noise slopping out 
buildings and walls
The uproar a motor on a predator

The fervor of the ironic

 They can pretty much sum you up in a second
and get you wrong in a fraction of that
Theres always more to come
Bullshit from the mouth boring
silly stupid

They fill out the questionaire on your behalf
Forgetting that others did the same to them and how that felt
They seemed to pile on their understanding 
getting offended when i find it entertaining

and for the self proclaimed heroes
You are just as deluded as the villans you condemn
Raising tour voice at a screen
 A redundant emotional speech proving nothing

 

My Mugwumps and me

 Think about the desert wall climber
Dead grass rattler
Dry dawn begger
People out of the cave early to worship the sun

To begin licking their screens for sweet illusions
While the day warmed
The sacred scorpion crackle hiss
cloudless sweltering salty pavement

And people cheered from the shade
holding hands in their respective bias loving groups
Led by formally dressed and spoken clowns
On the extreme left and right

Thick about the line of ants
Calango lizard bands over the top of the wall
They dont hover there because they are cowards
Its because there is twice the amount of food

Rain and soccer

 Near the landfill there is a soccer field
The neighborhood kids assembled

divided into two groups
and started playing

Two minuted after arriving
One of the kids opened his hand
and declared, -its going to rain!
And another ten seconds passed

Then the showers came
but the kids kept playing

Shrieking even more
yelling themsleves hoarse
slipping and sliding
Until the game became just about balance