An array of aromas of marijuanas
and cigars alike, surrounded by noise
of concerts, but no one preforms.
we bob heads and gyrate
mimicking each others moves--raging.
2:02 a.m. and our minds still aren't sober.
we become barefoot or drag our feet and
bend knees because now our 6 inch heels
are hurting. We pile into vehicles,
hoopties, new and used.
And drive away like the elderly,
Praying to God that we don't get pulled over,
"Oh God of mercy, oh
wild God"
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