Flower Time
In the Santa Monica Mountains
I was flying in a small helicopter
I think it was a Robinson22
the pilot buzzed surfers
with faces of fury
we touched down
in the mountains
for a brief walk
when I saw a rare
blooming cactus
I bent down
to smell the flowers,
growing out its side
It took my lips
and half a pint of
rot gut whiskey
I found it so beautiful
that I went back
the next day to cut it down
I just couldn’t bring myself to do it
so I drowned a surfer instead
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