Mystic Legends

a night out downtown. -enjoy-

 

She was a cocaine goddess,

With hair the color of chemicals,

And he was a heroin king.

 

They lived between walls

Of rooms that shouted;

Unceasingly and with much emotion.

 

In jeans they lived

For weeks on end.

Holey; tattered; splattered; and kind.

 

Toothless air-guitar players,

Men in capes,

And Christian baristas

 

Braless older hippies,

And mutual friends

Held with great regard.

 

They went on;

Day to day.

Never the same.

 

Breakdowns and fights.

Seclusions and tantrums.

Dancing in the street.

 

Lunch is a time of day.

And nocturnal happenings

Shape.

 

Thoughts expressed with tunes

That befuddle most

Sooth the beasts.

 

Nothing is known

Of these heads;

Modern legends.

 

Never cloned by gumptions.

Never found by blues.

Never heard from by blood.

 

He was a heroin king

With dull ice eyes.

And she was a cocaine goddess.

Reviews

[piggy]

Very good writing. You wrote it well and told a good story.