proud young man

where within the inelegant slotted
arrangement of our churning liquid do
we
find hard particles to clench shakily in
the direction of others and strangers
and

there was the calm entity who slid an
erratic ballet through fits of bored
teenagers and suave collectives maybe
faking his calm or whether or not
central certainly the cheapest wheel with a
weird set of
darting eyes and delicate insecurities

sometimes
the careful adolescent finds
respite in anachronisms:
eccentricity and inexperience
erectile dysfunction and pubescence
allergies and cocaine

you dawdle parasitic on the sidelines of
the cool and re-tighten your boots again
and
daydream while maintaining mad
composure and really dig the freak girl

you never speak to her because you are
too brave