the back patio at Roberto's folk's
holiday traditions
poolside with a pool table
random folks and old friends
beer wine herbals
and conversations
musique fills ambiance
surroundings become surreal
add more alcohol
people arrive in sequence
changes of musique
shadows flicker about
I sit - movement is all around
the start of this night
it's early yet
many nights such as these
have continued on for years
musique for the pure soul
the longing for the good old times
of the youth
of freedom
tournaments of billiards go on
beer is drank
rambling conversations go on
life is passed
and dreams exist of
life's past
non-existent
confusion - interruption
lack of words
loss of place
not fitting in
kicked
never fitted in
pour in more alcohol, again
get lost
get beat
no one cares. did they ever?
Part Three
continuing the night still
more games of billiards
funk musique played on now
I was still lost
too stoned-drunk
no cares
I already dried out one pen
so why not another
the words always went on
nothing ever came to an end
life always kept going
journeys rambled on
the dream of the open road
highways north to anywhere
midwest to out west
the drive
Originally penned Fall/Winter - November 2009, in Florida. Old friends - the St. Cloud crew, we had a holiday tradition that we started in 2001, every Thanksgiving and Christmas we would meet and hang out on the back patio at Robert's folk's house. I wrote this piece at Thanksgiving of 2009 on the patio as the night went on. It was first published December 17, 2009 on the myspace.com/thefilmgallery blog under the title Another One of Those Nights. From journal book number Three.
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