Slender moments
Slender touch,
Blue eyes seeing red
A freckled face in the mirror
In a battered apartment room
Where tears are commonplace
Where aromas of sex and wine
Intertwine.
The fundamentals of living
Are compromised
Dreams escape minds here
Scattered posted notes tell tales
The cockroaches swing by on occasion
They’re disgusting but interesting
They’re jittery and faster than a rapid heartbeat.
These rebellious teenagers
Go through the motions
They’re sex driven and narcotic mad
Mania is a mainstay,
And acid trips confuse their intelligent,
And innocent minds.
The fuse box is broken
The heating has malfunctioned
So they sit under rags and drink horrible wine
Talking about dreams as the candles burn bright.
The room
Isn’t a dazzling space
It’s an escapism
Filled with dirty clothes
And dirty dinner plates
And youth.
Opportunity is scarce
The economy is out of buzz
The skin of the country is bone dry
Truth be told
The horizon is bleak
The future is destitute.
These young warriors
Share a cigarette
And raise their fists
For a brighter day.
Mark McConville is a freelance music journalist who has written for many online and print publications.