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we have a place like that

Posted to Action Poetry

we just call it the cave by the quarry
and there's lotsof them but heres the best story:

one still night the kids were tossing back brews
they sat in a cave telling jokes around a fire
getting higher, pretty buzzed to go for a walk
in the depths of the cave where the shadows were dark
and the light was buried under years of aging rock

the walls were furry with wings and little spikes and things
and if you poked them they moved
and if you slipped you were dead
and that's just what happened to some kid from Mary Knoll
tossed down some beer and fell down a hole
and sometimes we still go
to feel the 50 degrees without breeze or any snow
to find the soul of the guy but we never can
but always get a nice buzz