In Hock

There was always a

Guy who liked

To spit

 

It wasn’t just

The act of spitting

That was going on

 

There was conversation

Horsing around

Various forms of fucking

Off that were informed by

TV, parents, teachers and other

Knuckleheads like ourselves

 

And the spitting was

Accompanied by a sound

That varied, depending on

The spitter

 

But in general, it

Sounded like this

 

HocccccccccKKKKK!

 

And the spit flew

Out at different angles

 

Some moved sharply through

The air, exiting through a pucker

Of lip, landing at destination

Predetermined

 

And other spit travelled

In an arc that never hit

The mark

 

But the sound

Was constant

 

HocccccccccKKKKK!

 

It came from a deep place,

Saying things that we couldn’t

Articulate to our teachers, parents,

Priests and later our bosses

 

And those spitters

I knew

 

Vincent, Jeff, Max,

Dedrick, David, Herman

 

And those I didn’t know

 

Here’s a resounding

Spit in your

Honor

 

HocccccccccKKKKK!

 

© 2016 Tony Robles

 

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