"In" Crowd

Circles of friends and associates
beating the dance floor with
new pairs of shoes, jamming away
the stress of all the days
before this Saturday
night. No fights, just groovy
times. Someone calls a

New Shoes

Red, round,
a curved bottom.
So high. Impressive
as I step in,
tighten the patent

"You'll Get It, It's Just Like Riding A..."

The wheels would roll on the pavement,
wobbling and into the gate I would go,
crashing.
There were no races,
pop-a-wheelies, no

Strong Headed

Strong headed,
loving mind first. My
wishes I tell him
go through this
cycle I see without meaning
and in the end, he has decided

The Need To Break Out

Constantly fighting the need to
be free within myself in
situations where everyone is his
or her self. I am standing
frozen as the room spends
around me-growing laughter