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Summer nights
Steve Turner
No, I was not on acid when I wrote this:
Summer nights
Crickets chirped through the warm summer night
As I lay on my back bleeding from a rhinocerous impacting my septum
Somewhere nearby, a Welshman in Lederhosen recited Sophocles in ancient Aramaic
While overhead a Klingon Bird-of-Prey, uncloaked, blotted out a group of stars
I kept thinking of Robert Plant stating “play tennis and fornicate”
As his favorite past-time this season of the year
The sound of a badly out-of tune BMW whisked by in the street
Not ten feet from my head, the condensation of its exhaust
Hitting the asphalt like sunspots erupting on the moon
“Troika” from Prokofiev’s “Lieutenant Kije” suddenly stops playing in my ear buds
I rise up, sitting, looking around, finding the rhinocerous behind me
He said “stop dissing me, bro, I don’t take no fleeping insults”
And I reached into my Levi’s pocket to find the LSD tablets having mysteriously disappeared
The blood from my nose curdles incandescently in the dark
Steve Turner has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Steve's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Steve's latest works: