This is a strange poem I wrote--and have been working on every year around this time for the past several years. It has several off-springs as well, but this is the main poem. It's called "WE"
steal rusty bicycles
leave behind fast-food wrappers.
We Freddy Krueger
wannabes look for
revenge in parking lots.
We teenangels karaoke in corfield mazes
Eerie sounds emanate from
latter-day construction sites.
lie prone in our own
refuse along the road to the prom as
darkness settles all around.
We eat fat and tempt
watching Charlie Brown
Manson loose self-control.
We live in time-traveling cocoons
on loan from the library
listen to the Tao of the
bycycles, fly to the moon
leave behind old tires and empty
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