Mona

I was young once

Be self-assured kid-
close your eyes-wander around just to bump into streetlights-maybe play some chicken on rail crossings.
Howl wildly at the conductor-keep him at attention.
"Watch it you heathen!"
Unzip the craziness that'll jump right out your clothes.
Designer suits be damned!

-Wshhhh-

Atom-Adam-Aman-

Promise you straight to the moon!

-Wshhhh-

Finish that glass of Nolet's already-
converse with your local flaneur-
do act like the many strange things.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of the days of random acts without thinking them through...
always knew there would be tomorrows...a careful breeding of fear just wasn't available then.
Strange things were fun things.
And even now I am not very grown up...you don't catch me in designer suits or any suits.
Casual is my middle name.
Thanks for this poem...it is like looking into a mirror for me.
j.

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks for the thoughtful response. I'm glad this helped you think about some light-hearted times.