Saturday, April 20, 2019

Passing of the Torch. by Doc Sigerson



Hardly anyone smokes that brand 
but the Korea vet likes his straights
and sadly notes ahead of him
a gangly lad clutching pocket
change to buy some flavored blunts
and all that’s really there is a squeak
and a wisp of smoke and what 
can you really expect from flouride 
in the water and government 
vaccines but puffs of smoke

drifting out the door to the street.



Doc Sigerson lives in the Seattle area. He is a military veteran, works in retail, and leads a sedate life. He has had the wonderful fortune of having his published work disappear when online sites lose their domain rights and the terrific good luck to have his printed work fade to obscurity when those publishers would rather buy cannabis than cough up contributor copies.

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