Sad life poem by David Tombale: Clumsy

Clumsy tells the story of girls caught up in the endless cycle of social pressure and rebellion common to life in the city.
Clumsy

I only write poems in the quiet
stillness of night, thinking restlessly
of a girl I abandoned to the rigors
and violent tortures of these city
lights. Oh blue neon and amber
Spotlights a troubled innocent
bathes beneath your glare;

She was such a nomad, brought
before the heavy thumping of drum
beats and snares, the latest hot tune
danced by gyrating and swaying, sinuous
movements of sun kissed limbs and
sloppy smiles;

She slipped into his arms while
the liquor lay heavily upon her tongue
and I said nothing, watching from my
regal post leaning against the bar. I think
she’s laughing, his hands laying claim
to the flesh upon her lower back while
she tosses her black hair;

I do not see her much these days for
I have left the circuit. Grown tired of counting
bodies among the crowds of perfumed
dreamers and platinum stars that shine
so brightly for so short a time but I can’t
help but wish to catch a glimpse again.
Despite me I think fondly of that girl’s
smile even when it crossed a face caressed
by such clumsy hands.