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Have You Tried My Slushie?             By 
Briar Rabbit
 
 
 
I don’t know if it brings the boys to the 
yard
I’d want some time to myself
 
I  think..
 
I think of angel dust
while
liberty belles call my name
 
 
cement and concrete as I leave the shrink
i am bowed down some
staring at my shoes
as I walk to my stop
 
I take PM dawn pills
For Purples edge,
Irony, I know
It’s bubble and burble
And bubble and grape flavor in my mouth
Chewy fat chunk of life’s worth
Like Nicki sticks to a wad
I chew it
It’s imprinted
Yummy and pink bubbles
Imprinted on the wrapper
 
 
Wrapper
Rapper
I like smoking
Smoking
Puro
 
Cheap menthol lights
The Inhale and the burn of the
Humo
In my nose
On the top and to the sides of my lungs
 
Smoking
Puro
 
I’ve become a Whiz Kid @ this
And I learned to become
a cowboy kid cigarette
aficionado
 
I watch my toes
Shoe gaze
Blow some smoke
Through my mouth and my nose
And then I breathe
 
I am a
Smoke Tamer
It’s purple-blue, tinged grey
Curls in form only real Wizards
Can create – Dragons, Curly cues,
and ring after ring after ring
When I’ve had my high , I  pinch my cherry
Roll it between my fingers and test the 
edge
Of this proto-promethean glory
Index to thumb
 
My butt at ease
And my feet alive
I pet a bug
Or an ambitious spider
Cupping my hands I put her back
in the bush. Apologizing
after letting her explore my fingertips
my hands, my wrist, my arm
to my elbow and then I let her know, no
gently
I cry a little inside when i do, because 
she’s
curious and seeking comfort in some 
shade
like I do.
                                    Our feelings I think are 
mutual
 
I am still..
Sticking with Fabolous
My slushie named orange and blue
 
Half to three quarters gone
 
I’m sippin it and three a party in
My pants, no erection, a wow in my
Mouth, and a brain freeze.
The brain freeze gives me a boner
Seriously.
I’m serious.
 
I cross my legs, lift up my hood
Arrange two rings and a cross
Pick at the crud under
My nails, maybe I should
Pull down my shades
Arrange my pant legs
Again.
 
 
Slurp my slushie.
Brain freeze and I’m turned on
again
I blush and pull down my hood
 
 
I’m still sitting at the bus shelter
I light another one,
My smoking curls,
Curling
curly-curly
curly ques..
 
MY smoke curls
MY smoke curls
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