Monday, January 3, 2011

beneath winter stars drinking jack daniels w/apple strudel chaser

when i was fifteen we used
to hang out in the parking lot
behind a movie theater
that showed 'rocky horror picture show'
at midnight every saturday

some of us never went in
never had the money to

i was in the band of underprivileged kids
waiting for our friends
to get out of the show at 2 am

one of us always stole liquor
from our parent's cabinet
& we always stole donuts
or cake from 7-eleven

once i remember it was 10 degrees
& we were drinking jack daniel's
straight from the bottle
& chasing it with handfuls
of stolen apple strudel

& our fifteen year-old bodies shook
& we rubbed our wind bitten ears
our teeth chattering in our jaws
until our tongues burned w/liquor
& then were momentarily relieved
by big bites of sweet apples
wrapped in the thin phyllo
as delicate as our young skin
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.