Her lips were amazing, so moist and it’s this love’s grasp that I’m tasting.
Saying, “I could kiss you all day baby, I’m so glad that we’re dating.”
Such a passionate statement being that it’s a glum Monday morning.
Young sunrays stormed in my window with their mundane warning.
When I finally opened my eyes… I had to rally into the kitchen.
It was the fucking dog! That wasn’t my girl Ally that I was kissing.
Madly I washed the drippings off in an instant, then I left the sink with
a new face, a new pace in mind to start getting dressed and fitted.
A new week is upon me, the dog waited around, saddened but calmly.
I opened the front door and he pissed like he just down a gallon of coffee.
I sat and lit a cigarette, taking in the warm summer breeze.
It carried a strange scent with it, a mix of corn, butter and weed.
The pooch sensed it too, Cookie then made her way into the woods
I followed as I should, hoping to find a fistful of Kush,
but as soon as we hit the clearing, it was for my life that I was fearing.
Amazingly high it stood, most height limits wouldn’t have such clearance.
I started to introduce myself, I said… “Hi, I’m Kurt.”
It seemed really shy and earthed at first, yet the sight was worse.
With a nod, it ashed out a joint and replied, “I am Sasquatch.”
I nearly shit… felt tighter than coils deep inside of a padlock.
“Am I still sleeping? Dreaming? Surely this creature doesn’t exist.”
“I’m real, you’re here killing my buzz, I’m trying to get all blunted and shit.
You haven’t heard sir? Your country has accepted my kind in society.
Quietly, we’re trying to adapt, but don’t count on us for sobriety.
We’re not here to hurt you, that’s why we’ve always been in hiding,
and I’m not lying, I have the contract right here… Congress signed it.”
“So What do you want from me? And where did you get your weed?”
“I grew it myself, and as for you…I’m here to give you a lecture on greed.”
“You don’t even know me, if you did you’d know I’m not the greedy type.”
“No. You are. Learn to seek what’s right instead of trying to feed the hype.
You’ve conquered this land here, and you don’t plan to share… correct?”
“Unless you’re willing to help pay for it, my privacy is what you should respect.”
“Do you like to smoke? All I can offer is bud, I can’t get a job.
I won’t come near your house, the woods will forever be my spot.”
“So even though your kind is accepted, you’d still rather hide?”
“It’d be wise, I’ve grown accustomed to this type of shattered life.”
“Ok, well I have to go back in and get ready for work.”
“I shall talk to you soon, Kurt. Keep your head up and steady sir.”
Later on that evening I could be found in my bed sleeping.
Breathing hard, snoring, shit… I might’ve been dreaming.
Either way, when I awoke, Sasquatch was standing above me.
He said, “So I had a talk with your dog Cookie, she’s so lovely.
But anyways, Kurt, she said this was her home… not yours.
She said I could come and go as I please and much more.
This is my bed now, get out please and shut off the lights.”
I shouted, “What the Hell?” he then shouted, “Yeah, fuck your life.”
“This is absurd!” I yelled like I was expecting some help.
“I don’t know what to tell you, this is the hand you’ve been dealt.”
1. You walk out of your front door one Monday morning to the sight of a mythical creature.