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Tight Skin |
Tight Skin
September noon was hot
I sat alone in a crowd
My counterfeit leather boots were cheap vinyl,
Like traces of gas in a puddle,
They shone an iridescent rainbow
I wanted faded “501’S,” but wore fake
“Monkey Wards” counterfeit denim
My skin no longer fits;
I was alone in a crowd
The bleachers flanking the Hollywood High Sheik
were unfriendly that hot September lunchtime
Not only did my skin not fit
it crawled with self-disgust
Eric wore long hair and a tie-dye tee shirt
His answer was correct…he knew
I followed him to the palace
The walls were decorated in 70’s
black light contemporary
Quadraphonic stereo held the 8 Track Tape,
as the Juke holds licorice pizza
Dark Side of the Moon was the wedding song
Mary Jane became my wife
John Barleycorn my best man
I settled into the warmth of the altar,
my skin fits better
(previously appeared in Voices Collective, copyright 2007 Pierce College)
copyright 2007
Jon
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