Everything Facing the Sky

Several, seperate, mixed-and-matched "observations" made into a poem.

Six teenagers sprawled across a deep,
chestnut,
hardwood floor strewn with dog hair.
A young artists speaks of a gorgeous boy:
              They're huddled against a cold, chain
              link fence, huffing and puffing,
              people think they're up to no good.
              His over sized head is facing
              the sky. She sketches murky,
              cold day eyes,
-"Tilt your head a little to the right, please."-
              ... he has miles of eye lashes.