Q Beauties

He's growing up, rebelling, and discovering
the beauties of things:
not shaving, kisses in French dressing,
grass, and condoms as other than balloon flowers.
Soon he'll grow sophisticated and
not be found out
so often. It embarrasses everybody,
his loves - he insists truly in numbers' faces that smile and varieties' that laugh -
even him, when he's awake, and his mom,
and the bail's becoming excessive, adjusted for inflation.
He does like books rarer than raw, draws modernly, and beats a wicked drum as with a magical tongue.
He dances magnetically.
He shows no interest in the masses' opiate or
any brand but beautiful.

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