There I was in my backyard
With my elder dog
Who had left a nice surprise for me
On the carpet in the morning

I was up for an adventure
Trying to coach the dog
Into taking a dump outside for a change
I saw lights threw the bushes
I heard voice in speakers
Like a loud TV, or some sermon
But who would be preaching at 2 am
What was that house behind the bushes?

I put my suit on

I got my dog inside, and decided
To go on a little hike, cut across woods, fields, cows, barb wire,
What was in there? I kept trying to make
Out what the loud noise was, as I snuck closer,
Drink bobbing in hand, dripping cornfields,
It's good to venture out sometimes,

I began to get closer to the lights
And the loud speaker voices
I crept through dark woods, wondering what
I was even searching to find

I felt like I was in Vietnam
I had a knife handy, just in case
A sharp one
I came closer to some very rich looking house
With cars, and voices, and patios, water falls,
Cock tails, pools, hot tubs, bed and breakfasts'
Was I hallucinating? Fuking thorns in ankles

Then I saw them all
Standing there in some mountainous backyard
They were all talking, not just one
But all of their voices were forming one loud
Speaker mind, they were all in black robes
I mean white tuxedos, and the women
Had long hair, with gowns over eyes.

I peeked through the black fence bars

I got scared when they all started zeroing in on me
I ran back across the field, sweating, smiling,
Wondering what sort of freak culture I had
Just silently witnessed
My sheets turning bloody

At home

My dog humping his blanket
What in all fuk!
Is life a dream,
Is this a movie

Next time,
I'm going to crash
Their party
And maybe ask a question or two

Maybe the barb wire
Was just part of the movie
My bleeding stomach, an illusion

My pulse exited
In this texas land
Back wooded wanderers

Holy all fuk
If I only had a video camera
Implanted in my pupils
To go along with this night

This poem Copyright 2001 Nicholas Morgan.

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