Gawd.

                    when was the last time he saw his neighbor over their backyard fence  an hes scrutinising him eyeballing him for blowing a joint midday on a Sunday

on Gawds Day of Rest

Cmon is the cat that square? if Gawd didnt make ganja he might not be smoking it

he went oldfashion  he rolled a fatty blew it while Hendrix played loudly through the screen door and sipped from a sweating Rasputin bottle
                     and like Gawd he rested

after this mornings fiasco he was due 

his son-in-law his only son not begotten(that he knew of) asked if hed bring some hometown beefsticks when he came down the following week

Sure

he checked on-line  it had 10 – 4 Sunday store hours   

Cool 

he knew a half-marathon was being run so he also checked its route in relation to the stores location  Broad was unencumbered it wasnt inside the race it paralleled it

he dressed rolled on the highway into town and had to go furthur south than he anticipatedaccording to the route posted on-line  and then he was diverted by traffic horses  ROAD CLOSED  COPS  then even furthur south to skirt the race there was no evidence of

he ended up reentering the town from the east which he hadnt done in years 

and then he arrived at a CLOSED store

thwarted by on-line LYINGits waste of time and gasoline  the only thing that tempered his humour as he returned home were hawks he saw through his windshield  gliding effortlessly across the sky

at home as he smoked the fatty he hadnt lost his touch a young hawk cried and circled above him

ahHendrix  hawks  an marijuana 

                               they put some distance between him and his Sunday morning and his neighbors glareeither his apparent ignorance or dislike of grass  not that he gave a rats ass  mebbe he forgot it was legalised in the last election  mebbe he had an issue with grass  though he wasnt sweating mebbes  agile swallowtails flitted through the yard to Purple Haze No  he was done with getting fucked by things he couldnt control  he let go  if he couldnt let go who was he to proselytise letting go to others

he dropped it like a hot turd through the vapour of his exhelle

Ahh 

Oh lookee lookee

                      over the other fence to his left his other neighbor came out to sunbathe
she apparently was obliviousNo  she was wearing earplugs   

she spread a beach towel in the grass knelt lotioned her chest and shoulders her throat and face  then laying down on her back she let loose of her top and vigorously lotioned her breastsrubbing it in

he enjoyed the way the sun glinted off her breasts

he finished his Rasputin enjoying the view his perch afforded him 
                                                      naturally she won out

she may have been his unwitting reward for letting go

he didnt sweat it

               thats the point of letting go

1234,  Sunday,  30  4. 17

1342,  Sunday,  7  5. 17

Hendrix  Purple Haze  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJQjQTwf12U