Written 6/1/25
I used to use the divots of Parliments for my drugs in the day, just another trick of my old trade
To the layman’s unlearned eye, Parliment is just another cigarette To I, the educated expert its an extension Its a bayonet with the mouth of a cannon A filter’s recession made with such adaptive intention Dab the divot in the pile of Columbian snow Raise it like a glass to any curious biff Just a sniff, a bumpskie, a twitch of the nose Fireworks in the membrane and off they go Under the cloud of cigarette smoke, the expert walks a road of elation for eight minutes or so Those days have been behind me for a number of years and no matter how often i say cocaine is an unremarkable drug As I was a conisseur of hypnotics and downers the memories of explosive speed and dread and fear Yet some are so comforting, when I see a Parliment my eye allows the escape of one yearning tear
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