Whiskey sour or White Russian
Shaun of the Dead or The Big Lebowski
Playing a version of solitaire
I remember
My late teenage years
Alone in my room at night
Poking holes
in a Minute Maid soda can
one hole, ping...
...then wait.
one hole a minute
in the silence of my house
once the apparatus was complete
I smoked my twigs and leaves
The stowing and perfume ritual
Brought on low volumed music
Playing solitaire
My ocean shag carpet
The royalty would speak to me
in my hightened state
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