1212 hours 1313
1414
he was on
a roll
he stepped past fresh green grass seedlings riding up through the earth on the recent
rain he paused he doubled back squatted and ran his hand atop their slender
heads
as he expected
as soft as a trimmed pussy and
something as good good enough to eat
he was on a roll
dug fresh Bluefin last night
savored it sucked on it before
tenderly chewing it
California legalized it
a customer conferred it
who was he to say No
he rolled a fat joint
he was savoring savoring savoring
much to savor before Januarys
bitter disdain
America had been fine not
exceptional it was never great
he read too much of its history
its undeniable greed its Imperialism its slaughters
he supposed thats why he liked
Castro
the Government the CIA plotted
against him and ended up sucking each others
cock their hair pulled a hand at the back of their head keeping it deep in
their throats
gagging
There there breathe through your
nose Teary eyes happen
he was on a rolled joint
1414, Day-between-Two-Ts, 30 11.
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