by Doug Draime
Cops to the left
of me
cops to the right
and here I am stuck in the middle with my
stoned self
and my .... almost
stoned wife.
We’re headed to a motel
on the
beach,
with an 1/8 oz. of dynamite
weed
2 open bottles of beer
1 open bottle of whiskey
a loaded
unregistered
38
and a roach
burning in
the clip.
My wife is driving, she’s my Bonnie.
I’m way way more fucked up than
Clyde
She’s as calm as
a cool summer night,
with an open bottle
of beer
between her legs,
she turns down the blasting
Lou Reed CD,
checks the rear view mirror
and takes
another
hit.
February 13, 2010
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