curses through missing teeth
their cavernous eyes
show only regret
meet the girl you don't know.
the acquaintance: did a mid-life crisis turn you into a pirate?
the ex-fling: still the same cheap suits?
probably the same cheap lines.
coordinated efforts to be uncoordinated,
the misspent youths
strum beats with snarky hippies
in a haze of lights and rhythms,
the band plays for themselves