The Group
by Craig Schoonover
Formed by teenage philosophical, art,
shenanigan, rock fanatic junkies,
Kicking lose to get free of their
humdrum, programmed anxieties.
To smart assed to stay in company
with any one else,
living exotic star struck lives right
in the middle of the middle.
Glazing in the attention they bought with their
racing hysteria and loud remarks,
Knowing full well that the present
was fading into the past, and that soon
they would have to let the mania go
find their own ways
find their own wives
flounder in a system that could
not understand the joy each loved to demand from life.
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © 2007,
Craig Schoonover, all rights reserved.
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