my first experience with the realm
of horror movies -- was during my last
year of elementary school
one night, during our grade eight graduation class
trip to quebec city, my friends and i had decided
to rent a vcr and a video from the hotel.
the selection was indeed limited
-- it being the first time we were all away
from home -- no one could contest our decisions
-- as our teachers did not care -- as long
as we behaved.
in fact one night the entire class had attended
dinner at a local greek restaurant where our guardians
had been offered alcohol -- needless to say two of the three
did not drink so one of our caretakers downed three
shots one right after the other of flamin'
i clearly remember the experience
because every single time i see a pair
of lips i am reminded of a nightmare on elm
street 3: dream warriors & fiery coffee beans floating
on a shot glass pool of alcohol. The film was about a bunch
of patients in a mental ward -- one was an addict with streak
marks up and down his arm... well freddie decided
he would turn his finger knives into syringes
-- in lieu streak marks lips made an appearance
with both a puckery sound and movement.
it creeped me out in a fashion -- that when
i start to discuss it -- the hairs on my arms
start to rise as they are right now too bad
this is a poem otherwise i could have taken
a picture – but i think you get the idea.
needless to say, one experience
which has remained seared in my core
-- brought on i'm sure from that snippet
of stand by me i caught on the television
this past weekend.