nowhere

the best of them, the boys of our town

drive small dark cars thumping huge base

tough and lost with hats turned sideway

 

groups of them

banging

with loss

across main to fairfield street

turning and driving along the river

 

shaved heads nod together through the turns

no one likes them, no one cares about them

here they come again

 

driving

traveling to nowhere

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[Emily B]

they sense the dis-like, they thrive on it, bass thumping, muscles bulging, pants drooping