2 Pieces for Consideration: "sad boys" and "disrepair"

Good morning, fearless and faithful readers. I'm leaving 2 pieces for your consideration. Your breath is bated, I am sure. But meanwhile . . .

sad boys

all the sad young boys,
making shuffles
watching old boy fancy steps
counting cars, drinking coffee
getting smooches in the back room
at the annual bazaar
is there ever any drama
in a life gone merely
to the side?

but were they reading hegel
on the corner at 43rd
discussing topics of concern
convolutions that could possibly
leave nietzche quite disturbed
were they purging a superego
catastrophically overurged?
possibilities are not endless
if you're easily misled

oh, these sad young boys
afloat on rusted bicycles
flying like the gulls
hopping through their windows
cadillacs have cash
temptation's fine
it has its benefits
if mothers can keep fathers
in their beds

small feet with arches
command a heady price
jacquard from paris
can't compare
not as soft, not as rare
but a dime can't buy a quarter
except in conditions
quite extreme
what else can be discussed

down on 43rd?

(and one more small piece for your musings . . .)

disrepair

fathers leave a house in a rowdy disrepair, windows raised
in dead of night, cracks to open air, dust beneath the marriage
bed, jumbles on the stair, and on the kitchen table rings

from coffee cups, wearied by anxious mothers, careless
in despair; and fathers leave a son for some comfort, for
some fame, though he does so with misgiving, leaves

a question with his name, will he cherish him with honor,
speak to memories with pride, or will he learn the
harshness of a woman, sitting in her corner chair, weaving

cloaks for bitter winters, tracing spells within her lair,
she is full-up with mutters, dark in her confusions, blinded
by the past; yes, fathers leave a house in a state of rowdy

disrepair