i am swaying with the crowd, a womans ass on me, grinding, but soft and full and i dont mind it so much
and there is a man behind me
he likes what im doing up here, i can feel it like i feel the music, and i have to shift, cant stay there
so the woman with the nice ass is gone to the side now, and there is another woman in front of me
mean and snobby
a space nazi
all around her people are enjoying the music, and she just stands there with the sour look on her face, hording space in a crowd where air to breathe without smoke and sweat and heat is like a half forgotten dream
and the stage is above me, so close but not close enough
he growls and screams and my head pounds
where are they? oh there they are....when did they get so far away, without anyone between us
and then the flag draws me back
and im still swaying swaying swaying
and then i feel more than the music again
and it is in my throat, fighting to break free like we are fighting towards the pole
and i am fighting it back back back
the stage is swimming before me
just two minutes ago that doll was not so bright and fuzzy
oh dear
i must breathe, must find some cool air
i have to break free
and so i do
pushing and pulsing throught the crowd
i am pushed back again
and i lose time and distance
and then i start again
i must have turned green because suddenly there is a wide path for me
people are pushing out of my way, and more people are smiling at me, helping me out than glaring because i invaded their space
i am free
but now all i smell is beer and smoke and sweat and i realize i am lost
i see the stands, but that doesnt help
how will they know where to find me?
and so i sit
and sit
and sway
and they look
and look
and look
i am afraid they are going to ask what im doing
and then there is an incident
and the little girl on the curb is forgotten
finally the music stops
its over and i can think again
so i find a phone and i call
but its not the right nuber
wrong wrong wrong
but they save me anyway
and they hold me hand
and sit me down
finally we are calm
and free
and in need of lemonade
hugs for a dollar
yes thats right, one hug, one dollar
thank you
and our thirst are quenched
i find them
and we are off to another one
off to let another crowd engulf us
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Submission Name: the jam
