Open Poetry #44 |
Bones Smokes His Blunt |
Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
It’s late at night, and I’m sitting here in your back alley. I’m smoking a blunt, yeah. It’s a real blunt cigar. It doesn’t have any of those fillers in it, the kind that make you crazy. Man, I can’t afford to be crazy. It would cost me too much bread. So I’ll sit in your back ally, I’ll just smoke my blunt in your back alley. It’s not going to hurt you, no, not one little bit. Bobby |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
Viewed from an eye to pull the mind and let the reader listen, I like the music, Bloodline |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Bloodline, Thanks for the kind words on this poem. It's great to see you here. Love Bobby |
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