Saturday, October 23, 2010

THIS MONKEYS JUST GETTIN' WARMED UP

We arrived back at the Jenkowskis house around three o'clock that afternoon, man was my body sun-drenched, exhausted and dehydrated. I simply ate a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich, washed down with three tall glasses of water. Then languidly I strolled to the guest bedroom and jumped up in onto a top bunk-bed, with a space-efficient desk below replacing the bottum bunk. I love those soft afternoon siestas, they seem to always contain the most vividly pleasant dreams, those naps that provide peaceful sleep but unfortunately they're always a crap-shot as to the state in which I might awake. I will either feel contently rested for the evening or swamped with a heavy head which usual compels me too continue sleeping deep into the evening or past midnight even. This time I awoke gratefully healed from the sun's beating around seven optimistic and ready to go out to a house party Lisa had told me about on the way back from Avila Beach.
Lisa was fifteen, only a year younger than me, and so again I maintained a huge secret crush on her. I am sure she knew that I liked her a bit so when I say secret I mean that the majority of this enormous infatuation was what I held a captive secret, or I believed. Lisa being so attractive was already immune to teenage boys falling for her easy, and so this helped maintain some semblance of a guise as being a somewhat cool and mysterious individual, again this was mostly my own hilariously created perception. Karen was very laid back and understood that we would probably be drinking so she held a laid back sensible stance that we should not drink and drive, also neither one of us had a car. We were dropped at this dude named Josh's house that Lisa knew from school. Josh was extremely similar to me as were the majority of the people that showed, in that we all were a lot of unsupervised drunkenly-stoned, horny, and rambunctious bunch of kids trying to get as wild and smashed as our physical body's would allow for the short duration of that night's black expanse. Bone THugs n' Harmony, Snoop Dogg, Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shukar brazenly bumped the speakers and enveloped with a random mixture of grunge and punk rock from that era of the late 90's. Nirvana swelled and swooned with the raspy voice Cobain catapulted into a flash of short exploding stardom. Pearl Jam, Janes' Addiction, Soundgarden, BUsh, Smashing Pumpkins, etc... all rocked those speaker and created basically another cliche of an American's youth party atmosphere that most of us have experienced, some participated in more extremes of this common scene than others. I had a few beers in me when I was wondering and exploring the premises to find a few hunkered down somewhere in secret hiding to get high, usually people wouldn't want to share their personal stash with the whole flock of maniacs in attendance. I was finally getting some chemical relief, but just barely, this dope monkey was just gettin' warmed up....

A SWIM SPENT

She swam the rising tide jacked up on crack,
she ran the streets bold,
but rest assured her brain bore waves frothed to swelter,
depths passive and less cold,
huge monsoons poured but remain cramped and collared,
sent to bend-up,
pent-up engaged,
ready to race,
steady spent on that dicy climax,
to stroll out grinning,
implode wearing her shine simple,
death will grip her cries,
and I believe a symphony soon will surround her,
soothing surrender sacks her delivered.