Bohemians Never Snarl Poem by Anthony Dawson

Acting on the impetuous tongue,

much unseen currency wandered into grasp.

Materialists and magnates contract stagnant egos;

Their cries of hope reduced to a whine,

ordered to a muffle.



Bohemians never snarl;

they premiere all cool religions and future clothes;

all their geographic knowledge belongs on a shared plate;

Chianti blood flows in unison with healthy anatomy.



We’ll elope,

this mismatched vow cannot be witnessed by puppets.