Sinsimilla Buds On The Taxi Driver's Seat

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quickly they'd jumped out of their cars

formed a very tight perimeter

completely around me .. four cops

in four tiny unmarked cars

two plainclothes narcs approached me

I ran in a non-perfect circle

within their established perimeter

I made a throwing .. feinting motion

like I was getting rid of something

I knew better than to run

outside of the perimeter

the other two cops .. in uniforms

were pointing their .38's at me

the two narcs were calling me Bobby

we stood face to face

in an odd triangle

I repled .. i'm not Bobby

then they called me Clifford

I replied .. my name isn't Clifford either

both stared at one another

surprised looks on their faces

they wouldn't even allow

me to pull out my billfold

I was handcuffed efficiently

they both repeated themselves

kept trying to demand

that my name is Clifford or Bobby

while i'd stood there handcuffed

one reached .. snatched out my wallet

within the next few minutes

they were saying .. we're really sorry

don't you know Bobby and Clifford

I replied .. no, kind officers

I don't know either of them

one held me .. the other

rushed towards the yellow taxi

getting gas at the pump

he handcuffed the taxi driver

I knew the crazy guy .. Rusty

I hollered .. what did you do, Rusty

total confusion settled in .. flashback

when i'd entered the store's parking lot

i'd rushed fast beside the idling taxi

i'd discreetly dropped my personal stash 

sinsimilla buds on the taxi driver's seat

Copyright @ September 2014

StandingBear

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