Thursday 06/01/17

Thursday 06/01/17

A Poem by terry smith

Thursday 06/01/17

I was sitting on the couch the other day watching CNN and drinking a Molotov Martini { grain alcohol in a martini glass with a ghost pepper ] and cleaning some reefer.... when there was a knock at the was my neighbor Death...she asked if she could come in & if i had another one of those...while i was mixing her drink she remarked," The news is the most far fetched reality show on television." I couldn't disagree with her..she has been around FOREVER and probably knew......we sat on the couch laughing about local chit-chat & gossip....& how the alley-cat-alarm-clock outside of Mrs.Harridan's apartment had wayyy more than 9 lives while she rolled a pin joint you could have used for cannibis acupuncture...she handed it to me and i got a paper cut & the THC entered my bloodstream like a salmon heading to spawn...she looked at me & downed the drink,pepper and all with the determination of a sword swallower during an earthquake.....I looked over and she seemed to have a far off look on her face, like death by chocolate was a possibility, making suicides too easy and the influx of work would be overwhelming ....anyway... I could tell something was on her i asked her...she put her arm around me,hung her head and whispered....." I have too take one of your own."....we sat in silence as the moon circled us....

R.I.P sis

© 2017 terry smith

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I like this poem. When death come to visit. Not usual a good day. I liked the drink and the conversation.
"a Molotov Martini { grain alcohol in a martini glass with a ghost pepper ] "
The above lines. A powerful drink my friend. Thank you Terry for sharing the amazing poetry.

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