Posted by marko on 12/16/2006, 9:21 am
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a party was going on we heard on the wrong side of the tracks
though it wasn’t as if we were on the right side
so we braved the freezing cold to hitchhike along the river road
swallowing down a few black beauties first
with gulps of boone's farm wine—an apple-flavored formaldehyde
one of my partners that night disappeared a year or two later
& the other died in prison needing a liver transplant from hepatitis
but rotting there after shooting & killing his girlfriend.
after a few wrong turns
we found a ramshackle place with music booming
& waded into a dark, smoky living room
strewn with young bodies in various positions
no, don't bother getting up man, we'll find the beer
i watched a small red coal float around the room
stopping occasionally to burst a little brighter
waiting for it to come around my way
a stack of 45s were on the stereo
strange to see 45s still around then
with john lennon’s 'imagine' on top
playing over & over again
probably because the arm not completely in place
& no one bothering to get up & change it
without even minimum small talk
& no attempt to charm
i found myself between three extremely young
& soft all over female forms
i don’t think they were more than 13 or 14
i’d never met any of them before
i was no more than 17 because i was still in school
so jailbait was not a consideration
after some heavy ‘making out’
the four of us soon found our way
to a empty bed in a back room
though there was a couple making it on the floor
one young lady kept plunging her tongue down my throat
so fiercely that i was gasping for air
while another yanked my blue jeans off
& climbed on me with no prodding
my other new friend was here, there & everywhere
& surprising me constantly
with her willingness to explore every inch of my body
some dumb football jock leaned in the door
& said—can't you share a little loving
he looked kind of angry & i'll bet he wanted to kick my ass
i felt like henry miller, if i knew who he was then
or john ####ing holmes
man, i could die like this
but i don't
i live at least thirty-three more years
& when i hear john sing 'imagine' over the radio
i never consider the intellectual, social
or political implications of the song
i feel something else
something stir a bit lower
after all those women
after all this time
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