they sat wearing ripped sneakers with faded black t-shirts stained with vomit
LSD streaked tongues and depleted coke noses
in the alleys licking frogs while talking in a forgotten tongue
ranting and banging on trash cans disturbing the conformity of the quiet still night
piercing through silence like a needle point
somewhere black eye liner crusts on eyelashes as miniskirts stretch and knees scrape against the tile bathroom floor
shuffling in the alley
bright lights on the street
and the moon watches it all but it doesn't utter a syllable
it just sits there solemnly
eavesdropping on the world