It was disconcerting to see them then-
contemptous,
Disregarding the script Fate surely penned.
Sardonic smiles; curl at their lips.
While cigarette smoke curls about their brows-
blessed halos of toxic clouds.
My Gamine
You cannot see the scars-
the psychic tears,
Their hueristic spirit has guided them
thorugh well-earned tears.
My Gamine
After all of the tuss and tumble-
you will soon tire of the streets.
you will abhor the fecklessness and guile.
Remember: That childhood lingers like a trickster’s smile.
there, then gone again.
My Gamine
Ellie's World 