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