the girl’s field hockey team at the gas station in fall river
the girl’s field hockey team at the gas station in fall river
by joseph reich
wow i haven’t had a sandwich like this in so long!
just want to be happy and run with the dogs…
before these interviews you check yourself out in the mirror
and like some super hero rearrange your holster your guns
your charm and of course find yourself lost
and literally ask a whole squad of beautiful
blushing girls from the field hockey team
huddled in a flock at the gas station who
tell me while giggling and flirting and laughing
just go over the bridge and you’ll find yourself
back hustling those great blessed
brick alleys of raw crisp seasons
in fall river and woonsocket
where wild roses and wild
boys grow what i’d tell any kid
their age just find some fine
sad and sweet pouting girl with
a heart of gold and soul of pearl
to take care of you
you’ll find yourself
and realize there’s absolutely
nothing else to search for
that there’s really
nothing more…
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Poem surmising/interpreting actual personal eventful moment…where the poem is one sentence…doesn’t get much better than that. There’s an adolescent coming of age awareness like this in all of us where we figure out that one thing you truly need to know before the world’s shit comes crashing down like dirty Swayze surfing sewers Point Bleak…but you got to remember that one thing and hold onto it.
Epiphany and Catharsis rolled into one chimachaunga! Thanks man.