vinnie and the pot gods

he calls at seven, i have
a little more than a bowl left
  several bags of stems
to scrape through a three
hundred mile journey to make.
i'll be there soon a promise
i always believe. waiting well
into the night postponed scant moments
after the last of weed is used he arrives
half his face with punch marks
he says a nest of wasps laid on me
i was on his way home from npr
minding my own business when
out of nowhere
a nest of wasps attacks! it was like a movie!
unbelieveable. i agree. you should have seen me
i was crying but i didn't fall off that ladder
i made it to the ground
and  them damn wasps
the ones that ain't homeless
are dead..