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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
“Monkey Wards” counterfeit denim

My skin no longer fits; I was alone in a crowd

The bleachers flanking the Hollywood High Sheiks 
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

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