| Apr. 7th, 2009 @ 09:31 pm (no subject) |
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Full Moon
The moon rose a bitter yellow
as it hung just above the horizon
it set the mood
more so than anyone noticed
the look in the eyes around me
a picture reflecting in the windows
the curt quick answers
no one cared to talk
playing with labels
on warm beer bottles
still half full
feet tapping nervously to
too loud music
I however did not feel
their unnerved disinterest
I sat in anticipation
I knew there would be screams
and blood
the thought
the picture in my mind
sensing it
knowing of its coming
the adrenalin rush
the quickening of my heart
and it's time
the music is turned off
cigarettes are lit
the screen grows bright
the agonizing minutes are over
phantasm time
March 1981
March is an odd time to be thinking about them but I was, this one is about drive-in movies. There were a couple of summers where I spent a good deal of time at drive-in movies. There were four of them at that time, I think we lost the last one just this past summer. I was the fifth person in the car, as a result I tended to watch the movies. How did I manage to get an invite to the drive-in with no date? I could buy beer, despite my age, I passed for older.
I ended up making my own friends because of my drive-in situation. Having no date, it was not that odd for me to be kicked out of the car and told to go buy popcorn. On one night I was instructed to not come back with out a guy. I was put off by this and visited the concession stand, then leaned up against the projection booth, ate a burger and some popcorn, watched the movie and somewhere between a half and a full hour later returned to the car. I found my friends in a state and about ready to leave, they were going to look for me out on the road because they thought I might be walking home. Well, it was nice that they finally realized the way they were treating me wasn't very nice. So, I decided to fix the date problem. I grabbed an old long sleeved shirt of mine, and with a bit of sewing and stuffing, I had a date. He didn't talk much but if you put him in the corner where the bench seat* meets the door and lean on him he kind of hugs you. And pulling him out of the car between horror movies and waving him around yelling "He's got no head!", or something equally silly, was good for a moments worth of giggles.
I still have my back-up date. I can see him sitting on the floor near the sofa with his friend, who I made some years later when I happened upon the same shirt in a different color. The two of them got called 'Frick and Frack', till the play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead made me rename them as 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern'. I like that name for them and it makes odd sense to me, since I have somehow managed to forget whether the green shirt was the first one or if the brown shirt was first. They are rather old and I'd be rid of them by now but I keep finding places where a headless torso, or two, would make good company.
*bench seats in cars, I really am old |
