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Hijacking in Progress:
by Rob LittlerThe best drug I ever had
Is memory—that pungent
Smoke, that brisk snort, that
Piercing needle, that tall glass
To be imbibed—garnished
With a nice lemon-wedge
Slice of amygdale.
09/22/2013 Posted on 09/22/2013
Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/23/13 at 02:38 AM What would we be without a memory.. I like the way you have presented yours very much. Thanks, Rob. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/07/14 at 11:19 AM This is deserving of a bouquet from Proust [the cerebrated olfactory worker] |
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