FRAT HOUSE MASSACRE
The abandoned house they pack their buddies in
is perfect, being miles away from cops.
Outside, nothing moves that isn't blown
by wind. The skinny blondes are represented.
Psychology class created cat fight goes:
"I ain't talking to a professional,
I'm talking to a slut!" So speaketh Jean.
Inside nothing moves that isn't blown....
Whoever's left is in the woods, pursued
while Joey's drowsy on the floor, last thoughts
about the wonderful times with Conor, Phil,
Ron Forty, Jeff Dog, on the balcony,
where we watched that idiot with the hair,
and kitschy, kitschy Kathy—make us laugh!
is perfect, being miles away from cops.
Outside, nothing moves that isn't blown
by wind. The skinny blondes are represented.
Psychology class created cat fight goes:
"I ain't talking to a professional,
I'm talking to a slut!" So speaketh Jean.
Inside nothing moves that isn't blown....
Whoever's left is in the woods, pursued
while Joey's drowsy on the floor, last thoughts
about the wonderful times with Conor, Phil,
Ron Forty, Jeff Dog, on the balcony,
where we watched that idiot with the hair,
and kitschy, kitschy Kathy—make us laugh!
Dan Magers’s first book of poems, Partyknife, is published by Birds, LLC. He is co-founder and co-editor of Sink Review, an online poetry journal, founder and editor of Immaculate Disciples Press, a handmade chapbook press focused on poetry and visual arts collaborations. He lives in Brooklyn.
"He is calling from INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!"
"He is calling from INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!"