The Wave Poem by James Trotter

The Wave



On the couch
Wafting in the fumes of 190 proofs
The tooter was in hand
We all did a line
Then watched traffic on main street
To the right, a bucket filled with beer bottles and cigarettes
To the left, porch of horny and high teenagers
Later we sat around a fire in the backyard bickering
'Let's do another! '
All were in agreement

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James Trotter

James Trotter

Newport, AR
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