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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PoesiaFlashback .. Fast Forward ...pieces of my life captured in time. This entire series inspired by reading/enjoying @Hampton's great poetry! Thank you, Charles!