The Baroque Room

June 15, 2012
By Harriette BRONZE, Wentworth Falls, Other
Harriette BRONZE, Wentworth Falls, Other
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The teenagers fly.

Athwart the streets of mayhem,

Smiles of deception and wry,

The doors have all been closed early and they're left howling in the artery of early morning thoroughfare.

The latitude they coveted is now inept.

Their darting eyes of ire plead with the affluent cats of the night,

Like begging bindles with hats for pin money,

Desiring only a floozy in an ashcan;

In the deadest dead of night.

Sleep that morning abashed and imbecilic.

The author's comments:
Out one Friday night, watching the world go by.

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