on the edge long grass and dark
we're talk in clumps amongst a hundred cars
music pulsing through the pot smoke
the panel van next to my group rocks
but then there's a scream, crying
a frantic scrabble at the door handles
a girl emerges, tangled hair, missing her top
she keeps repeating 'electrodes in me'
the guys, enraged, shake the van,
try to look inside; the doors slam
the van backs up, almost over the battered girl
takes off, spraying gravel into the crowd;
the party just restarts.

(The one's a true story, every word of it including the electrode thing; random weirdness!).

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