WORKING THE MUSIC FESTIVAL

WORKING THE MUSIC FESTIVAL
Emily Strauss

The lantern burned all night, a single light
Hung on a string, the ambulance driver
Lounged on his rig, patients came in
All evening and long past midnight
The music never stopped.

I pumped the lamp once, filled it once, hot
To the touch and still it burned through
The overdoses, drunks, scared kids.
Later I helped a girl to the toilet
Pulled up her pants, picked through
The crowd, noticed a fat chick
Sitting on a fatter guy balling him
Lazily under her skirt, the stars out

And back to the tent to check
The lantern again, more fuel and more
Until I curled up on my sleeping bag
In the corner and slept in the glare
With the music still pounding.
By morning the lantern was cold
And the crowd was finally asleep.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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Posted on November 15, 2012, in Emily Strauss, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. A second poem from Emily. I love her almost fable-like take on the festival. Evocative and endearing.

    Read her first poem on MM, COCKTAILS, but clicking the link:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/2012/10/21/cocktails/

  2. Events hide and shatter our festivals and festivities. Like a Bosch and Fragonard painting or a Bunuel film there is in Emily Strauss’s lucid still life poem more behind the scenes from human behavior and attitude only an emerging fine artist can conceive. Congrats!

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