Our depressed youth, ghosts

In silent parks
lonelier than a graveyard
in hell
with a two week stubble
and cheap cigarettes,
looking at dimly lit windows
from grey, battered
buildings,
and a drunk
sprawled out on the grass
counting the stars
searching for childhood
memories
in their glow.

We have been trying
to stand up to
the everlasting, rusted colossus
of humanity's indifference
for far too long,
and we've become
a 4/4, single note
party of losers
with no potential left
to waste.

Unseen, waiting tables,
changing tires, cleaning store windows,
unclogging toilets,
or roaming aimlessly at night.

We have sunk to the bottom,
and fallen asleep.

Giovanni Mangiante is a bi-lingual writer from Lima, Peru. He has work published in Panoply,The Anti-Languorous Project, Dream Noir, Punk Noir Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, Eunoia Review, and has upcoming poems in Down in the Dirtand Open Minds Quarterly. In writing, he found a way to cope with Borderline Personality Disorder.