Jesters and Nymphs

We stank of sweat and cherry rum,

Had sticky skin and filthy feet.

We liked the boys that played the drums,

But couldn't really feel the beat.

A toxic, smoky smell of summer,

Slowly shimmers in the sun.

It's a dog whistle of a scent;

You only know it if you're young.

We leapt around the concrete jungle,

Careened reckless through the woods.

I don't know what we were thinking;

We were never up to good.

These days, my eyes shine so much brighter 

Than when I used to pull all nighters.