Smoking the American Spirit.
On a trail in the woods just outside of town.
A mini orange spiral notebook.
A stolen pen.
I’m in my work clothes and I’m high.
Smoking my first cigarettes.
I thought it’d be different.
I sit by a rock overlooking the water.
“A halo of death, rotting brown and moldy green”
Suddenly these words come unto me.
I lay them down.
Cigarette after cigarette.
Black and red pack.
My stomach begins to turn.
I’m finding my way.
I come to a wooden bridge.
I write on it that “I will get the girl”.
I’ve had at least four American Spirits.
My head is floating.
Back into my GMC Jimmy to drive home.
I get stopped Speeding down River Road,
“Bear Grylls says to never go anywhere without a knife.”
“Yea, well maybe leave that one at home.”
Smoking the American Spirit.
I thought it’d be different.
sandy morris • Dec 13, 2023 at 1:53 pm
“yeah, well maybe leave that one at home” – perfect.