The Young Ones, Flip Side Poem by James Emanuel

The Young Ones, Flip Side



In tight pants, tight skirts,
Stretched or squeezed,
Youth hurts,
Crammed in, bursting out,
Flesh will sing
And hide its doubt
In nervous hips, hopping glance,
Usurping rouge,
Provoking stance.

Put off, or put on,
Youth hurts. And then
It's gone.

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James Emanuel

James Emanuel

Alliance, Nebraska
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