We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
Contemplating midnight urban exploration
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We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
He drank to excess
so why am I the one with
the splitting headacne?
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
The Director’s Cut
in her hands M reads snuggled
with her Uglydoll.
“Can’t I vote for a
Democrat?” Republican
guy asked. “Mine all suck.”
She spoke of McCain’s
volatile temper, verbal
abuse. My mind changed.
Computer in safe
mode like reading Dick & Jane
after War & Peace.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
“Meaning glistens.” Or
“meaning listens.” Or perhaps
it’s “meaning lessens.”
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.