Six Poems Robert Wooten Last Days of Laissez Faire They came up out of the creek beside the road, which turned into an abandoned car dealership with an active snack machine, one of the older models still without a guard to keep thieves from reaching up into it. Raymond watched for John. And then, they cut across a construction site through a field of flying grasshoppers, taking turns holding the bucket of turtles and eating Bugles, till they came to a wall of forest. Here, they usually either stopped, went straight through or turned aside, depending on the way John chose to make a subject of the secret marijuana, growing in a clearing.
As Eric Clapton Is God One Sunday morning, Raymond found Dill outside. “Why are you in the bushes?” asked Raymond. “Do you like ‘Cocaine’”? Dill asked, and blanched. Raymond said he didn’t know. “It’s a song,” Dill replied.
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