we told calvin that
phillies blunt cigars
came pre-made with marijuana
just like all the rappers smoked
he didn’t bat an eye
when we bought a pack
and lit them in his car
as we drove around suburban pittsburgh
listening to a 2pac cd
and when calvin finished his cigar
and acted fucked up
we acted fucked up too
because no one had the heart to tell him
that you couldn’t buy pot
over the counter in america
besides he was a natural born citizen
and none of us thought he’d believe us anyway
about the cigars
but when calvin said that he was
coming down from his high
we all acted like we were coming down too
and later on when one of us said,
dude, would you like another smoke?
we all understood it when calvin said,
nah, i don’t want to become an addict
all in one night.
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John Grochalski's poetry and prose have appeared in several online and print publications including: Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Outsider Writers Collective, Underground Voices, The Lilliput Review, The Main Street Rag, Zygote In My Coffee, The Camel Saloon, and Bartleby Snopes. He has two books of poetry The Noose Doesn’t Get Any Looser After You Punch (Six Gallery Press) and Glass City (Low Ghost Press), and a novel, The Librarian, forthcoming. His chapbook In the Year of Everything Dying can be viewed via Camel Saloon’s Books on Blogs series (http://booksonblog26.blogspot.com/).
