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Hijacking in Progress:

by Rob Littler

The 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 © 2019 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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