Posts Tagged ‘Hipsters’

In Williamsburgh, surrounded by Hipster thighs,

Stuffed into breeches, and boots with loose laces,

(the tongues hanging out-like thirsty dogs)

I wonder what’s behind those vacant eyes.

Flat buttocks that seem too weak to hold them down

Skinny chicken legs that could not mount a pony,

(Let alone  my rearing stallion),  these spindly stick figures

Fill  every space with their lack.  Our shiny, sexless town

Is  asking me  where all the real men went?

Those lithe, muscular bodies, smelling of hay, I chased

On the prairies of memory.  The   wilderness of  youth

Has left  me stranded, a wild horse caught in an urban lament.