Phew Stoned to the gills
sitting on a park bench minding
no ones attention but his own taking in enjoying his altered perception
You dont get that a voice came over his shoulder
he shifted his ass chaffing his jeans on the weathered boards
in the grass under the articulated umbrella
of a huge oak lay an older fella wearing a worn surplus field jacket drab olive
matching his rheumy eyes
he must have been fast asleep when he
came up and sat down
Whaad ya say
I said you dont get that
Get whaad
Stoned to the gills
I dont get . . . stoned to the
gills
NahFraud Its stewed to the gillsStewed
Lets not be so hasty so quick to fraud G I
Joe But perhaps not Youre younger than me and if you were a Vet
you served after me but probably before our ’83 adventurism in Grenada and ‘89s
splishsplash into Panama to yank Noreigas Prime Grade USA-supported ass out
he blinked
he
didnt come back on him
he relaxed reclined then clutched his brown paperbag closer to his
hip
Nuthin huh
Id agreed steweds been around longer but altered is altered man and its what human beings do Anaesthetise
Fuck Anaesthetise in some instances off the
face of the planet Buhbye Byebye Like an emphatic Dorothy waving goodbye to the
people of Oz from the rising hotair balloon to bob back to Kansas Last fuckin
place Id wanna be or set down Please Mr.Wizard! Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle
Twome Time for this one to come home(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuvQRdDJtLA
) or was it Drizzle Drazzle Druzzle Drome? I think Twizzle Twazzle Twozzle Twome is a Replacements song Minneapolis
Were induced in no small measure by our Hanna-Barbera cartoon cocktails shaken not stirred in the bone-capped mixers of our skulls
Were induced in no small measure by our Hanna-Barbera cartoon cocktails shaken not stirred in the bone-capped mixers of our skulls
G I Joe snored
then he whined briefly like a dog
legs shaking probably off on all fours chasing after squirrels and rabbits before
Faulkners shotgun
he was wastin words on this clown
it seemed he thought as he leaned back and toked off his roach clasped in a curved hemostat a distant gift from one of several nurses-in-training he fell in with all dormitoried-up who twisted in the winds of the sexual revolution and were really wet-and-excited to play Nurse hold this like that said the doctor advancing their heartfelt and otherfelt compassions under the quivering fall leaves falling folds of alcohol grass pills hash if my minds tore up then my body dont care(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4hzVpYAP-U ) that lotsa people were getting caught up on the hook and hotshot of nostalgia based on nothing but nostalgia it a powerful drug without any black-and-white prospectus on its long-term or obvious plans or what nostalgia might actually drop in their laps or like lemmings chased over the cliff handholding teethgnashing falling with all the other thoughtless muthafuckers daring to want something anything different than what the status quo offered different from the soulsucking malcontempt they were mired in and deep in the muck were too exhausted or lacked the basic initiative or ambition to grab it by its leathery throat and shake it senseless manhandle it bitchslap it in the kisser until its lips bled
fuckin Brits just did it
Brexit(a cautionary tale for anyone with a brain in their head)
Leave
then
realised they bought into a bill of goods politicians disinformation warm post-factual
horseshit apple pie
which Drumpf is selling and insisted in Scotland Brexit was party to(like the schlemiel saw it
coming!)
Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Make America Great Again
When the fuck was that
bleedingheart elders reminiscing Once-upon-a-time and romanticising without a discerning eye on the Future that theyd be dead in more than willing to Leave their mature offsprings their grandchildren their great-grandchildred mired in
Not-a-Strongmans hands
Not-a-Bullys
but in the little fucks hands from the playground who when things didnt go his way always threatened to take his ball and go home
he remembered that kid
and when the words came out of his mouth I gonna take my ball and go home
he walked over to him
punched him in the mouth
told him Go cryin home to your Mommie
he told him theyd leave the ball on the playground where he could find it when they were done playing with it
they did
some of the kids wanted to steal the ball
Yawanna be worse than that sniveling I-get-everything-I-want entitled brat
Let it lay
Someone else comes along and takes it thats on them
We know if it aint yours we dont touch it we leave it be
G I Joe snored
So how do you square that with keeping the ball when he went home crying
Its square because he offered it
to us to play with to play together without saying this or that are the rules
If he made the rules first wed have to let him take the ball
But he didnt
And nobody gets to change the rules in the middle of the game
Nobody
he was winded from talking to himself
he was really stoned
he looked over at unconscious G I Joe Hey Man Im stoned to the gills stoned to my fuckin gills
G I Joe snorted in reply
maybe through animal fur he had
in his mouth from the Faulkner chase
Stoned to the gills man Stoned
afternoon ritual
bath, Sunday, 26 6.
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