Where the Wild Ones Were

Utterly untamed teens

racing rampant through an

abandoned alley

on the month's first friday night. 

Savagery of the heart 

portrayed in tears of joy

tears of frustration,

and of loss, 

holding hands with the sister of different blood. 

Unbroken spirits,

desperately being

whipped into conformity 

by societal standards and dreams 

of generations past. 

Primitive, barbarian efforts

at freedom and self-expression; 

casting glances across a field

of artwork and shitty poetry, 

prose of the wild ones.