Prom Queen
Prom Queen
i remember simple moments
long ago when life
consisted of cruising down Dump Raod,
a car load of friends
and a case of bootleg beer.
getting high
and parking through the night
behind the mounds of garbage
that never reached the height...
of the trash we talked
of all the girls we wanted,
but conquered only in our minds.
when my turn came
i simply spoke your name,
everybody's beauty queen.
an angels face
crowned by long brown hair.
the boys would simply smile and sigh
with nothing to be said,
then sit in silence and of of you
until the morning called
and we stole back to town
as heroes to surrender
to the queen.
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