poem of the day 07.03.14

frozen

skip and i were the two idiots

scheduled for fourth of july

an all-day shift selling sporting goods at the mall

because nothing says america like commerce

there was no one in the mall

but the old and the lonely

and those who didn’t believe in the fallacy

of the american dream

we’d watched all of the sporting videos that we could

skip said, back in college….

he always had a story about college

everything good and true and right and erotic

had happened to skip in college

….i was dating this girl

she liked to do it anywhere and everywhere, he said

is that right, i said

i was eighteen and had yet to have a girl

who wanted to do it anywhere and everywhere

skip was thirty and had been in a self-admitted drought

for five years

one night we were out right after a blizzard, he said

there was all of this snow

skip smiled at the memory

we were drunk, he said

and we started making out right by these huge snow drifts

next thing i know we’re on the ground

and she’s on all fours with her pants down and her ass in the air

what did you do? i said

i wished that there were more sports videos to watch

because there was nothing more depressing

than hearing someone else’s sex stories

especially when you weren’t getting any your way

skip rolled his eyes, what do you think i did?

i dropped my drawers

got right down there on my knees in the snow drift

and the two of us let nature take its course

skip smiled, we didn’t care who saw us

okay, i said

i thought he was lying

you haven’t fucked until you’ve fucked frozen, he said

well, that night i was back at the mall

with all of my pals

a bunch of guys who weren’t getting laid

in snowdrifts or otherwise

we were there to see the fireworks

next to us was a pack of college girls

in their college clothing playing patriotic songs

out of a jukebox

i wondered what it would take in me to talk to one of them

i wondered if any of them ever fucked frozen

i pictured all of their bare asses in the air

in huge snowdrifts on a cold february night

then i thought, the hell with them

i want back to watching all of those ugly colors

explode in the black sky

as one of my friends threw smoke bombs

under people’s cars

laughing as packs of families scattered to and fro

while god bless america

played all around us