poetry

because those goddam giddy young men

  • pump their arms like pistons down the road
  • strut around the rhythm of a rooster
  • squawk when they are meant to cry
  • love when ice cream drips from the windowsill
  • probe nodules on their cellphones
  • listen to the ghosts of pheromones
  • never stop to listen to the wind
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