The prompt, a "how to" poem
Insert 3 drunk friends
Insert 3 drunk friends
into vehicle
drive said vehicle
down a national
seashore at 2am
on a starless night
amidst low lying
fog that sucks the
watts right out of
your headlights
‘til you’re looking
for boogeymen
to jump on the car
but the only thing
seen is an armadillo
you inform friends
it’s really a chupacabra
your Texas fellow
agrees to this truth
on down the road
another chupacabra
strolls in the middle
brakes slammed
oh damn it I tried
poor chupacabra
arrival at condo
third mate missing
the backseat empty
omg were we UFO’d
then past the shadows
we see missing friend
folded up facedown
in the floorboard
shaking and pulling
fail to stir said friend
fear induced sobriety
breath and pulse
we find are there
when suddenly with
a gymnast’s agility
the potentially deceased
arches twists and flips
in one smooth move
landing upright
where she then demands
what the fuck and hey
who’s got my lighter?!
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