Tight Skin
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
Copyright © Jon Epstein | Year Posted 2007
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