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2 Poems by Christopher Frederick |
april 25, 1998 it was a reunion. it was days in the making. it was a crazy lady and a machete. it was one ignored plea to the police. it was 7 soiled matresses and 20 bales of straw. it was 3 kegs, 19 bottles of assorted liqours, 1 200 pound block of ice. it was 4 bands and 2 tons of screened top soil. it was 80 odd people, a pool table and a brawl. it was a girl upstairs with 3 cameras focused on a beer bottle in her one spot. it was an enema and then some. it was a broken sewer stack. it was a broken nose and a stun gun. it was 2 homeless guys passed out in 2 chairs. it was 2 dogs sniffing around. it was 1 shoe on fire and a cut phone line. it was a baseball bat and a cue ball in a sock. it was 3 teeth less than when it began. it was 24 hours and then it was over. lost at sea the 2 a.m. moon a steely dagger in blood shot eyes, my brain a jagged cliff shrouded in blue smoke, my senses pummeled by a ceaseless alcoholic surf, i stumble on the bored walk home, distracted by sirens and kaleidoscope colors racing through the inky abyss, i look up at the mad mad stars and wonder where the hell i am.
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