Stoned on a Sunday

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n a puff of smoke and you lost your virginity. I had smoked a couple of joints and lay naked on the floor absorbing the fountain of wisdom flowing through a crack in the wall and kissing the Pope with my thoughts. God visited me wearing a Roman toga and a crown of bottle caps. I invited Him to join me in a dream about freeing the world

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of fairies and termites. He laughed and took a deep drag on my joint. Smoke filled His eyeballs and stormed His heart. You danced on the table top and flew over my head. God touched your spirit and you froze with fear. I wish I could find it in my heart to forgive Him.</p><p id="5c42">Copyright ©2020 by Harley King</p></article></body>

A Story-Poem

Photo by George Becker-Canva

We have different memories of the night when the sun disappeared in a puff of smoke and you lost your virginity. I had smoked a couple of joints and lay naked on the floor absorbing the fountain of wisdom flowing through a crack in the wall and kissing the Pope with my thoughts. God visited me wearing a Roman toga and a crown of bottle caps. I invited Him to join me in a dream about freeing the world of fairies and termites. He laughed and took a deep drag on my joint. Smoke filled His eyeballs and stormed His heart. You danced on the table top and flew over my head. God touched your spirit and you froze with fear. I wish I could find it in my heart to forgive Him.