Misfit

He stood in the crowd

Head held high, shoulders slouched

The music loud, stoned, fade out

Curly hair, smoke and pout

Floating  memories buried in mist

Wonder, here and now

Or the lanes that once did exist

Sweat dripping down

Deep dark frown

Yet the misfit does not bow

Mindless, tasteless, screamin’

Brooding eyes taking everything in

Gormless orgy to numb the pain

Escape or plunging deeper in vain

Slowly he comes out on the promenade

No longer in the throes of wasted souls

Blurred, to face, to fight, they are afraid

He contemplates, eyes blazing red hot coal

 

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