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Date Posted: 12/14/05 6:52:19pm
Author: Dimon
Subject: Doing Drugs....Proetry

I'd been busy
drinking coffee most likely
or doing drugs
when my recollect
reminded me
exactly why I was at
a converted caboose
fit with all the trimmings
even cream in those little silver
pouring things,
(You know, the ones with thumb actuated
class two levers and base plates always
a size or two different from the dispenser)
with some small help from the Anheiser Busch
corporation.

The jog was, and this is how it goes:
Roy Chapman Andrews you son-of-a-@#%$(

I always wanted to be an archaeologist,
digging up bones and such
and Roy, hell, he was my hero.
It's said he even woke at night to excavate
in his jammies.
That's dedication.
That's my kind of guy.

But that's not the best part.
It's good but,
now here am I
an apostle of a true adventurer
a servant of history and science and Roy
sitting in a rail car
dissecting the useless physics
of a useless container
doing coffee
or drugs
(I'm really not sure)
and suddenly realizing
by the beer logo
on my pajamas
that the rest of my wardrobe
has probably long since finished it's cycle
and is now being robbed
by the indigent
or worse, well trained criminals
seeking treasure for coffee
or drugs
or whatever
and now
I have to trek back
to find out
exactly
what I have lost.
Sm.

Paying the waitress in quarters is not fun,
but when I look at her disapproval
I am struck
by something that makes me want for the warmth
of a dryer.
Maybe I'll crawl into one when I get there.
Maybe, but first...what is this mind-reek
this go-to-hell attitude?
Change.
Her countenance is like the cream cup
I wonder
should I judge by what they steal
or would it be germain
to love what was left behind?

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Replies:

Re: Doing Drugs....Proetry -- Leisa*), 12/15/05 9:17:12pm
- Re: Doing Drugs....Proetry -- Dimon, 12/17/05 2:12:47am
  - Re: Doing Drugs....Proetry -- Leisa*), 12/29/05 8:36:03pm
Re: Doing Drugs....Proetry -- Leisa*), 01/31/06 11:09:48pm
- Re: Doing Drugs....Proetry -- the REAL LEISA*), 03/ 5/06 11:24:56am