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Moonsocket
Poems
Nov 2016
A mad scene
We made the conversation for a passerby
Each one more ridiculous than the last
We neglected nutrition with haste
But we swallowed the lies of enlightenment
I needed a moment to compose myself
But the restroom was full of powder and human exchange
I laugh at this mad display
basking in this show of human excess
My tent is folded
never did construct it
Someone stole my poles
hippie sabotage
Strippers slowly swinging
holes in the forest
Eyes in the tree tops
Run up a hill
to avoid an old pains inquiries
At the top I meet a man
he pulls me aside
Trying to explain his condition
"My boy my shoes went nomadic I am aware of the irony!"
I say sir we are all mad currently
Enjoy the breather because dawn is coming
I make my exit because I see him eyeing my sneakers
Paddle boats?
Climb aboard says a spun out pirate
Indeed indeed
He had a plastic saber as a sword
and a marshmallow gun at his side
How he got it past security I will never know
When I ask him this he said he came by waterway
and that this paddle boat was made for excursions
A wild man with five wild women wave at me from the center dock
but I am much too shy for ******
Music now
bring out the rhythm
make room for the rage sticks
I hate them so
Make it to the center
I'm not sure of what yet
But I'll figure it out
maybe
One weekend elsewhere
Written by
Moonsocket
26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)
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