On A Freak Warm January Night

The black heel of night

squashes this town like a bug.

Six roads in, six roads out.

It's got them crowbar eyes

behind slit curtain lids

prying on the crates of sin

doling 'em out like UN rice

boiled in Busch Light

and rightiousness

 

But on that freak warm

January night, back in '06

after the taps ran dry in the Lion's Den

after the sotted flies fell into stupor and sleep

we wandered naked down Fourth

paraded nude down Main

to the playground at Splitrock

where the swingset chain

bit into our ass-cheeks laughing

 

Then the slush weathers came on thick

fast and heavy but

we found our way home

layered ourselves into bed

and in the morning

we took to our shovels

as we should

as it's said

◄ While You Sleep

On The Language of Possession ►

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Devon Brock

Sun 7th Jul 2019 22:14

Thanks Jason and Mindy. One of the funniest nights of my marriage.

D

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Sun 7th Jul 2019 05:32

Jason is right. The opening is special.

A quixotic story, and with that signature experiential power.

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 7th Jul 2019 00:35

The first 9 lines are probably some of the most favourite I've ever read. Tell me you perform these, because if you don't, you should.

J. x

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