young men read young newspapers and sit on park benches, sipping coffee and cursing. they smoke cigarettes and talk politics, flipping pages of today's paper in a dignified manner, legs crossed. boot heels sway in sync.
the young men laugh at the political funnies, but still they remain soft and simple-- pubescent philosophers in designer underwear that the girls will never see.
The ending was quite humorous! I liked it. I almost commented that I think we are somehow part of two completely different generations, but then I realized that this is true of some people that I know. Metaphorically, it even describes an ex so-called "boyfriend" of mine. As always, the flow was excellent. You somehow have a talent for making short lines perfect and lyrical.
so true,
'pubescent
philosophers
in
designer underwear
that the girls
will never
see.' it has a rawness to it reminds me of something kerouac might write,
great poem!