Vans Warped Tour, Mansfield, Mass., August 9,2007 - Poem by Cretan Maineiac
Revolutionary War reenactments and suburban
suspended for the day, amid make-love-not-
War sentiment and BuyMe kiosks urging
Individuality & ImagineAllThePeople one-
ness. “This is the best weather we’ve had all
tour; ” parents grinning
connecting at the eight-dollar-beer spigots &
four-dollar-bottled-water (no cap) & benches for sore
feet, not as
disturbed by spin-cycle mosh pits as the kids had
hoped. “Does anyone
you? ” inquired a TrampledUnderfoot pamphlet.
“Anyone from one of those other New
States? New Hampshire? Vermont? ” Maine? ? ?
The Way To Life Made Plain was handed
Out: “you’re in
The wrong place, buddy” money-
Changer armies marching for
Someone pushing candidate Clinton thru a Bull-
“Please separate into two
Lines: the men
here, the women, here” (frisking for bottles/drugs/food)
TXT: Where r u?
REPLY: Stage 13 next to the Ernie Ball tent.
Under Oath climaxed the
Show, screaming &
Grinding His praises in echoes up to the
Summer constellations, Unite
Surrender still hanging from the pillars supporting the
Tweeter Center, uniforms &
releasing us all to the American Highway.
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