Thursday, July 26, 2018

in the summer of 83


a very, very long time ago

i would get off work

where i was tending bar

and go over to a friend’s house

 

he made his living dealing cocaine

although he freebased

most of his product

 

i would give him money from my tips

and he would lay out a couple of lines for me

then i would drink beer

while he smoked his cocaine

slayer blasting on his stereo

 

he had a parakeet

he would let roam free

 

eventually he would have

consumed his whole stash

so he would get down on the carpet

looking for cola rocks

picking up balls of bird poop

as he crawled around

 

he never found what he was looking for

although there was always

plenty of bird crap to sift through

 

one night

while i was in the midst of mixing drinks

the cops forced their way into his place

 

took him away

 

i never saw him again

 

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