Youth Poem by Matt Greenblatt

Youth



Supersaturated lust
And restless legs
Ground into capsules
Score marks on the wall
Of last nights and hangovers
Take ignorance and everything but love
Wrap it up in a mini skirt
Knee-high boots and tights
And call it beautiful
There's youth, not vibrant
It's the husk of an effigy
That's sweet like sacarin

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Matt Greenblatt

Matt Greenblatt

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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