Sunday, October 01, 2006

Weekend's Hunt

The college crowd stumbles in and out of drunkenness. Autumn wind pushes the drunkest to one side of the lawn and then back to the other side. The girls begin to make their passes at the boys. The boys knock over bottles with their denim erections.

"Happy Birthday," they yell and toast for the fifth time. Nobody cares for this celebration of birth, the years, the past; they only care for another hard swallow of alcohol; just the weekend's hunt for the opposite sex to devour.

Darkness slowly sets upon everyone's face.

autumn dusk
the doe looks back at the deer
in headlights

3 Comments:

Blogger its_baxter said...

i really like this one, dustin.

6:17 AM  
Blogger polona said...

enjoyed!

1:14 PM  
Blogger Tikkis said...

Voyeurism! Switch off the headlights, please!

11:20 AM  

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