bearing the weight of us three
my road tested hog tediously ambled along
riding was haphazard .. through unforgiving, desert sand
goosing the throttle .. kicking the ground with my boot heels
to keep us upright .. little by little we made progress
vultures circled directly overhead
rounding a bend in the mountains
several cobras were dining on their prey
what type of desert animal they were feasting on
was left to our imagination .. cold chills went up our spines
front tire running over scurrying tarantulas
couldn't be avoided .. didn't want to get off track
made a beeline towards Szzay .. sitting high on a plateau
she looked a bit tired from all the partying we'd done
a big smile was on her face when she recognized HarleyBill and Fiarria
Szzay's face was bright red from desert sun
she was jumping up and down with excitement
waving madly at us whilst we arrived
joyful hugs exchanged .. all around
questions flew from Szzay's sunburned lips
Fiarria dizzily filled her in .. showing her scars
whilst HarleyBill and I went for our last case of beer
Szzay had thoughtfully kept in mountain boulder's shade
all that could be heard was the opening of beer tops
a six pack a piece .. we drank thirstily before sunset
curiosity had gotten the best of me
I asked HarleyBill what he has in the duffel bag
a wide grin slowly appeared on his weary face
nimbly untying .. opening the canvas bag
he said Jzzay .. we're going to really enjoy this
neat little bricks .. he took them out and counted
twenty four in all .. my eyes wide in amazement
handing him my Old Timer .. he cut, opening one
quickly expanding .. Sinsimilla gold buds sprang to life
Szzay started a fire .. HarleyBill placed an eighth of it on
beautiful gold buds popped .. burning for a few minutes
I smothered the fire with mountain stones
Fiarria deftly fanned the smoldering buds
pungent smoke permeated desert air
whilst all of us breathed in all we could
stoned high .. we decided to ride out of there
feel some wind in our faces .. get some ice cold beer
we left the bulk of the opened kilo brick for Jimi and Janis
Iron Butterfly .. Kokopellis .. were they to come back
searching for us to party with again
standing on the plateau .. top of sun going down
in the distance we could hear a pack of coyotes howling
we decided to ride .. find a hole in the wall motel somewhere
we kick started our hogs .. roars echoed loudly as we took off
playing on my FM satellite radio .. was Lynyrd Skynyrd's song .. That Smell
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