A constellation of sorts

A constellation of sorts
Compressed into nova cluster
With me high on gymnasium fumes
Lucky to be here
Or at least that's what I'm supposed to say
No painful flare-ups
No corsage or prom
No awkward backseat fumblings
No fake teeth
Lucky
For now
Stuck in a bendy straw
With nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
A grotesque experiment
Both library and café
Neither one winning
Strong appeal
All gray and fuzzy
Anarchic socialization
Where every rock thrown
Is meringue
And every hushed muffle
A resounding crash
The worst part of all
Is the comfort of some
The acceptance
The fortitude
It screams to be crushed
Shaken up
Served in a tall glass
With fruit crucified by toothpicks
Or plastic swords
And of course
A bendy straw
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7.12.07