Kissing girls in the parking lot

That desperation of indifference, of disinterest and all that it might mean for a dream.

A life-flutter, brief and unremarkable
except for its sadness.

The futileness of frustration, of arteries glowing
in the dark

Borne from bored lips to hopeful hearts.
But nothing,

In this nowhere, seems ever
to amount

to anything much. Besides the obvious.
Besides darkness

grows within each of us, a flower
with stained petals

drooping silently among the crumpled dresses.