Stares from the albatross surround me,
like a helpless fish in a sea of what if's,
their soulless, solemn Should Eyes
glare into my dreaded abyss.

Curtains are drawn and doors are locked,
but Should Eyes creep through cracks
the way air and ants get in.

My spine sweats subtle weight
sending shivers down dampened vertebrae,
while anxiously awaiting another day.

WHAT IF I SHOULD?

In the black, humid tunnels of clouded vision
where pipers are paid to hush calamity
and the souls of skeletons adhere to forbidden
pushing whispers of thought's public opinion.

The alluring alley of cowardly escapades
alters narrow minds and their sinuous route
like bipolar magnets fluxing compass charades,
coordinates spin during times of solitude.

To dampen the thunder in mental basements
brewing like home-kit craft beers,
the lightning strikes and fear laments
after an ****** of resentment.

Winds howl through stricken streams,
From the moonshined mountains spiking Tennessee.
Steaming copper pipes protect like turpentine,
Cherish the soil from vine to wine.

Sweetwater medicine crosses Big Sky Country lines,
And a Capitol drowns voice's reedy rhynes.
The Carolines and swamps round' New Orleans,
Spokane's foothills spire like Woodland's Cherokees.

Mushroom clouds swooped ponderosa pines,
In the desert one day, made the earth cry.

Oh Beautiful, not time to flee,
The Jersey Wetlands or Houston's calamity,
Analogous feats, magnetic societies, 
Build a bridge across contrary beliefs. 

_trf

there's something humbling,
about the way i feel,
when a darker figure,
around me appears.
this testimony,
won't quench like a meal,
and these sirens
surely won't make it real.

   i'm enlightened,
   but still can't comprehend,
   all of this violence,
   between man's so called friends,
   don't confide in us,
   we cannot understand,
   that there's no difference,
   between two humans.

   you see i did it,
   although an accident,
   was born with it,
   used the words us and them,
   i won't forget it,
   we're not yet blendin' in,
until we all die, we must pay the rent.

ya see these shrimp were exhausting all their energy,
swimmin' in caves as dark as our synergy,
dying off,
they couldn't help their friends,
cause they had to deal with all the elements.

there's a cost to existing in a cave,
can't attest to the cost of living like a slave,
my own boss, i'm eluding to the trends,
     don't need no more widows of veterans.

until we use all our five SENSES,
and cross out all our hate,
exude all of our energy,
especially as of late.

we are doomed for a century,
we reside in this cave,
you cannot hide your emotions,
they will not compensate,
for all this pride you deserve,
you can't help but feel it,
until we find a remedy,
we'll be unnerved, no sealant.

i woke this morning to the blues,
tired eyes can’t fathom this phantom news.

fire breathing out his window pane,
in my dream, thought i'd gone insane.

fictitious facts dawned on me,
my heart scrambled for her recipe.
  
                          So i turned it all off and ran away,
           the twenty four hour cycle versus my ten pound nemesis,
                               can't bear this brunt day after day,
            redemption songs need some bliss.

trust in me as trust in you,
find my flaws....... don't perfect them.
a little boy, i'll re-main true,
cease the fire A-gainst the wind.
casualties can't be subdued,
mind the dice........but don't crap out.
there's no ice that seems to dew,
extinguish flames, round your bout.

                                     Be on my side, I'll be on your side.
                                     Be on my side, I'll be on your side.
                                     Be on my side, I'll be on your side.
                                     Be on my side, I'll be on your side.

TRF                                              TENtwoTW­OthousandSEVENTEEN

watching everyone take off their head phones,
just to hear me, just to hear me.

on the corner of, crest and woodview,
you couldn't see me, but i was near you.

screaming at the top, of both of my lungs,
not much air left, it wouldn't matter.

feeling like that bell's, finally been rung,
no more laughter, only children's sadness.

   there's a court date coming,
    there's subpoenas in the mail,
      we can all just ignore it,
        but as soon as we will fail.
         there's a court date coming,
          there's subpoenas in the mail,
           this is something we should go to,
            or this world cannot prevail.

all my scars are from familiar places,
give it a name, and i will listen.

shootin' stars, ask for me to wish them,
i couldn't do it, to my discredit.

i'll exchange a book for your Walkman,
happy birthday, happy birthday.

from afar you will see smiling faces,
no more hiding, now you get it.

        


        december second at three forty two am, with 12 seconds...1988

skipping stones along the shallow banks,
my toes numb from the cold mountain water,
flowing purposefully, free to escape
& moving with pride down the ranks.

I find my mind there, in this place,
where momentum is the only answer.
I turn my *** upstream, can't face the past,
but my prior storms of debris follow, biting back.

side arm throws & one eyed aims,
embraced by lies & I'm alone to blame,
in this place where time is free,
gold dust lace must find me.

Ketamine dreams,
induced narcoleptic nightmares,
poles of northern impulses,
and southern stupors.

My equator's equilibrium,
and my catatonic control,
each one in the same,
yet far from reach.

A squeeze of a lime,
its fresh sour scent,
atop three fingers of gin,
match the burn of my cuts,
and i feel once again.

Cocktail straws set aside,
stirring fingers dull discomfort after a lick,
"three more limes please, barkeep",
it's now triple the pain i seek,
tolerance & your fickle itch.

Seventeen years, our lives were spent,
cleaning *** stains to pay your rent,
hiking miles as humid summer sweats,
held you in my arms, till last breath.

The soil grows doggy bones,
heaven knows what earth has sewn,
eleven A.M. I had to let you go,
now pushing daisies, you're not alone.

Hush puppy, for now  
I'll join you someday, somehow
In the morning, I'll have a grin
 Tonight these tears trace down my chin

As a canine Abby, your years were long,
one-one-nine, till we rang the gong,
enduring length is now a sad sad song,
but you're strength helps me carry on.

Puppy grub, dark walks in the rain,
lucky love doesn't die in vane,
as I pulled up to scratched window panes,
my bad day turned alone to fame.

Hush puppy, for now
I'll join you someday, somehow
 In the morning, I'll have a grin
 Tonight these tears trace down my chin

months are getting shorter than
                prescription bottle dates
                                  say they would
         the holes on the strap of his belt
                     are putting for triple bogey
               shedding the wrong weight and
                    feeling kinda nervous to say so
                                                              ­             shine a light on anything(-)
                                 and watch it misbehave
                                                it always will.
                                    where we are going
                                        is never the way
                                          we used to be
                                     Is That Exciting
                                          Frightening
  ­                                          Relieving
             ­                                   or D.
                                       All of the above

she gave road head, at a red light's intersection
rear view mirror, wet eyes saw gag's reflection
dream on.....................dream on...........................
       she's on a path, wasn't choreographed
       damsel distressed, added calories like math
       dream on...................dream on........................
she ate breakfast, plethora of affection
sang to white porcelain, exhaling demon's digestion  
dream on.............................dream on.............................

I am cosmic limbo
words cannot express.
I am a lap dog drowning in a pool of cat's milk
wearing nothing but sun burns.
I cut the lines when Merry goes round
below the grief you cannot digest.
Anxiety has nightmares about me
it is rumored.
My tears fall on surfaces
and explode like snap & pops.
Mini ignitions in an instant,
turn to ash.
I am a bleak reposit in your memory bank.
Thirty years of wasted land.
There are no more homes for me.
Catch you up Ricky Baker

Our love is like a river
Water flowing out our eyes
These twists and turns that tangle
A never ending surprise

Our love exists in battles
Will we ever win the war
When I take two steps backwards
You take four steps towards the door

Our hate is like an orchard
In desperate need of rain
The withering fruit you dangle
Weighing heavy on my vine


Fast times, pretty things are sowing
the green grass is growing and
illusions are pulling us apart

i breathe in pain
and exhale art
i smoke freedom
to handcuff dark

brush stroke feelings
flit my escape
i shift notion
like fire flies

yellow shades blue
our canvas dies
i am in lieu
do not revive

dropped off my child at 2, today,
it was earlier than usual, this sunday,
kneeled on broken glass,
   so i could give him a hug.

look at me, i'm proud of you babe
he wiped the tear, dribblin' down my face,
saved that salt,
   from its fall to grace.

the new man shook my hand with a smug
grasped it tighter, than a drug,
feared the pain in my eyes,
   better hope he'll never feel.

released, my hand with a shrug,
i winked at him, and said good luck,
if you **** with my heart,
   be bound in a rug, ya will.  

limped away with, my head held high,
saw a perched raven, above my ride,
got back in the car,
   my new life, forevermore.

nothing i can do but wait a week or four,
i'm abolished,  from their door,
nail polish masks the smell of the rain,
  now beginning to pour.  

my son, i'll gladly take your pain,
i'll starve for you to eat again,
slit my wrists,
  so you'll never have to bleed.

apple red lips
stick to a pause
of silence for once

question
does not forgive
answer
and lies do not
surprise

black pumps
click like horse shoes
fading from
the carriage

another one gone,
the hour glass girl
with a perilous tongue,
whose sand is dust
on my doorstep

needle drops
record spins
chechez la femme

Imperial ales coerced our high gravity choices one day.
Bleeding, drenched and on full alert,  
I limped from the Tuck's bank to the brewery.

With one pole wet, my whistle was next;
I needed hoppy nourishment, salty pretzels and a stool.

Lacking fish or gear, I imagined it would be difficult
to explain my appearance, but I didn't give a ****; I come as is.

To my 3 o'clock a smoke ring silhouette vacuumed my
exhale like spooling cotton candy from 3 feet away;
I took a breath and inhaled her dandelion seeds.

A tattoo of a paper airplane on her wrist was faded from afar,
yet as she flew closer the ink appeared fresh, 2-3 weeks old.
Her hair smelled of patchouli, parsnips, an Asheville scent.

Closer now, I recognized a look of love or disgust in her eyes.
Can't tell em' apart anymore, as the prior wears a disguise,
eventually becoming the latter.

She asks my name and I ask the barkeep for two double IPA's.

We don't need a racetrack to run in circles anymore.

Bury the silencer beneath the doggy bones
that Fido misplaced last May.
Their presence is scentless now,
just like your mind is today.

Arms down, head up dear friend,
lines in the sand are only drawn
to spend your time crossing footprints.

Place perspective above greed,
as we are all suffering
in one way or another,
so give our children the chance to succeed.

It doesn't have to be this way,
swollen knees pray for peace,
take your high school daze by day
and let your mind evade the inner demons.

sit, relax and let your spine melt
into a cushion.
take me down to the bottom,
underneath your feet. Breathe.
do you feel it
drain down into your toes
and out your foot prints?
rest assured, that's my humble abode,
where you plant below, i stomp above.
rest assured, that's my humble abode.

we can dance on the landscape,
between the earth and undertow,
and boogie rhythms until late,
let's just not talk about it,
make peace with parasites,
the living and the dead,
do you feel it escape?
let's just not talk about it.
rest assured, that's peace with paradigms.

Embrace your scars,
the off hue,
pigment tattoos we all wear,
innies sunken, outies protrude,
their presence sings folklore.

Traumatic verses,
a melancholy chorus,
accidental riffs,
or a funny fishing hook,
stabbing your storybook.

Embrace your scars,
don't erase their very nature,
line up tall in posture,
when the detective illustrates your picture.

You're the needle ***** to our contraception
your seed swims sick through tunnel vision
you contradict your contradictions
direct your horses to Gallup opinion

Take a sip from your golden chalice
you've poisoned our wine with Iocane powders
your time ticks of Lyme diseased malice
fictitious fortunes, SEC counts the hours

Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
For You

Seasons fall short as she celebrates wine and rejoices in its carnage.
Logistically speaking, we were miles away from Tripoli,
Somewhere near the edge of the desert when the barstools began to sink and the drugs began to take hold.
Amongst the indecent, Intolerant citizens of three,
Your name rings silent but Bustrophedonically.

TaXXXed like the Phoenicians, I meandered aimlessly,
True to form halted norm of reality.
Prelude thee of nomenclature and I without sin
“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the ******* towers of Ilium?”


Dreamersofsocietyinterjectthemishapenmoldofbeaucracysim­oultaneouslypivotingbetweentwelveshotsandahippopotomauscarnivores­ubstituteofdissarayabbrasionsstillgatheringdustamongthecravasseso­fmodernenlightenmenthowaboutabreakshesaidreluctanttospeakinebriat­edanddisproportiantelypunctuatedwithatleastaverbalaltercationserv­ingseveralthievesmishapenguidanceabrubtlysweepscreatingovalpatter­nsperplexedbypretensciousmonolopy
_TRF

Can you carve color like you crave attention,
My eyes are starving,
for a golden glimpsing,
Will we wander or will we surrender,
To the darkness,
Blinding our vision.

Will these wild white words
Garner redemption,
I'm just a poor boy,
from the home of the hits and,
Can we feel like we do on the streets of New Orleans,
Watch your glass and half your portion.

What in this white world changes?
Dust bowls now filled, aren't so dangerous,
But let's Forgo the colors and drink from loving cups,
Give your hugs to a stranger.

let's pause...
     media makes minds
     slander glow.

     forget flaws...
     endless signs
     their ubiquitous flow.

     the heat is on...
     it's benign
     all round the globe.

     dancing with the stars...
     literally speaking
     will be his next show.

abort the mission
the race can't count down from 10

heed submission
time clocks are wearin' thin

acts of contrition
your ****'s meanderin'

history books
can't help but mention sin

a crispy crook
tan with an orangish blend

can we look
inside our never end

for we've been duped
as most are ignorant

cool aid troupes
think that their relevance

succeeds truth
loud talk small like the wren

please drive a coupe
and release more documents.........

Your eyes, their photo booth blinks,
are filed PDF's behind my prefrontal cortex.
Parachuting to the moon,
where the gravity god is mortal,
my stimuli float in a sensory deprivation tank.

I practice wearing my isolation blindfold,
allowing all other senses to eat its portion,
SO in time IT fades.

I close my trained eyes
in the warm water and Epsom salts,
my desolate tank of solitude,
And we are holding hands naked,
floating in your Dead Sea.

"Hi."
Hey. Yea, I know who you are.
You drive merely miles and I now drive far.
You know why I'm here?
Don't look me in the eyes; I don't want to imagine that fear.
" I do. Hey up there, your daddy's here!"

"We're upstairs, one minute or two!"

"Yea, no **** you're upstairs, I didn't say, hey down there."
"They're upstairs and said one minute or two."
Yea, I heard them. I'm standing right here in the doorway like a vampire
"Would you like to come in, we've set a fire?"
As long as I stay on the fringe
I will be ok right here
as will you.

tick, tock sounds my actual grandfather's clock
To believe I traded the rug for that. My rug sure doesn't tie a room together.

"Your son should be down any second now."

"How about this weather?"
*******.

_TRF

(Acoustic slide only open F)

Close your eyes/ stomp yo’ feet
Recognize/ this here beat
Get on high/ be discreet
Baby, it’s going down-

Got more scars/ than tattoos
Smoky bars/ singin’ blues
My guitar’s/ banged up too
Baby it’s going down-

What we got in this corner hear is the journey man’s soul,
He helped me out once, let’s see if he’ll help me some moe oh oh,
All I wanna say is son, don’t you go out that doe oh oh,
Don’t follow in these footsteps and go lookin to score.

Come at me once, come at me twice, my mama said ya gotta play nice.
These here eyes, that you see, You’ll blink twice before ya see me
Before you see me...

Say goodbye/ watch me leave
Can’t deny/ it’s complete
You’re demise/ my defeat
Baby it’s going down-

Now my Jaw’s/ black and blue
Fly to mars/ I’ll pursue
My memoir’s/ your debut
Baby it’s going down-

Jam- Repeat Chorus -Repeat hook -Slow it down -Don’t get shook

Narrow escapes never mind this week of infamy,
emotions boiled over and evaporated,
their singe screeching over ousted flames,
the kettle screams in B flat, desperate for attention,
cattle calls draw the milk in.

Prior to our divorce, the echo chamber,
a blazed path of scorched earth where a mistletoe once grew;
I will admit, my mate was a sheep in wolf's clothing and I the opposite, an inside out porcupine.
We use to joke about it over a couple glasses of wine,
until our second therapy session, the grapes smelled sullen
and the joke was pronounced dead on arrival.  

I am one to never quit: a job, a duty, yet the car was totaled,
having just installed our toddler's seat, my hand was forced.
Holidays apart, a decade of predetermined calendars,
"every others", now omnipresent words
scrolled into our patchwork speech patterns.

It was a Thursday morning, extra early, for me at least,
when I discovered my wife's "extramarital affair".
Something the lawyers like to call it, doesn't soften the blow though,
it's not like say, taking steroids, counting cards or
drinking vinegar to pass a **** test.

Merely thinking back renders my breath useless, vision impaired,
while that car wrecks at the same high speed as my heart thumps.
Allstate, just write the entire ******* check out to cash, I'm bare,
this fate was All my fault; apparently I lost her along the way.

Easier to do nowadays with what, say everything nowadays.
Haven't gotten to the part where I,
"allegedly attempted assault", on her new lover.
I must wait for two inks to dry before divulging that burnt dirt:
one on our old divorce decree, but more importantly,
the other on her new marriage license.
FIN to be CONTINUED.

the shade below your rib cage
inhales gusts of wind
as blue rain
wets your hips
breakfast beckons

your Tulips talk too much
and aren't fed enough
rest the words
eat your whole
darker hallows
bless your soul

D ays pass by, nights
A re kaleidoscopes,
R emember their tilted reflection
I  llusions, illusive patterns
N othing breathes that doesn't
G ive solitude worry

Y onder yellows seek blue, bringing
O bstructed views and
U nadulterated excuse

T etering
O n the

B rink of ambition where
E vents give wisdom and

G rasping your passion will
R ight the wrong
E ventually everything
A ssures a
T imeless song

my life was craving
desperate attention
smoke signals in the sky
Mmm Hmmm

when she found my
heart's ascension
she dropped a ****** surprise

       from a crashing wave
       escaped a mourning dove
       i was starving and was saved
      for two years by force-fed love

my life was aching
shall I be released
you could see it in my eyes
Mmm Hmmm

but i succumbed like when  
a dog with disease
goes under the porch to die

      from a new born son
      my heart rose above
      i'll never turn and run
      thankful for force-fed love

my emotions
current like oceans
raised feet drift towards sunrise
Mmm Hmm

with all devotion
my new love potion
no more makeup disguise

     unchained cannon ball
     sunk my force-fed love
     to surface from this fall
     all i needed was a forceful shove

the escape that i get
when i take a deep breath,
chest pains cease
their restless wander,

air fleeing trees,
a velvet braille,
my exhale.

Anti venom pinch,
naloxone's kiss,
now standard like first aid kits,
breathless blue,
second shift's rescue crew,
those blind shadows sent Hell away.

Awoken to,
interviews,
strapped down to a siren's bed,
they asked my name,
and I just said,
will I see my son again.

      How do you explain,
      awakening,
      to a memory never known.
      How do you explain,
      awakening, awakening.

Called my mom,
and my wife,
send the lawyer to my bedside,
I'll explain,
in room thirteen,
must be a reason I'm alive.

Second chance,
that song, its dance,
rest in bliss,
my fellow friends,
addiction sees your mind to bend,
turns truths into myths.

      How do you explain,
      awakening,
      to a memory never known.
      How do you explain,
      awakening, awakening.

Met a girl in Memphis,
home to Mississippi,
4am to Tunica or Tupelo,
I got lost in the mix of it.

She stole my breath that morning, knocked the wind out of me,
lost the lights of the discotheque,
we were pollinating free.

Psilocybin chocolates and silk *******, stars as far as eyes could see,
city lights replaced by fireflies,
the Delta's soul soothes a detoured man's decree.

Scent of perfume or poison,
could have been the peonies,
moon shined on domestic horses,
staring back cautiously.

Breeze sang static harmonies through the telephone wires,
And we whispered our hearts desires.

If you asked us,
about the world back then,
We'd have a laugh for an answer for you my friend.

I've got a book,
Turns night into innocence,
Let's take a look,
Wrestle with my genesis,
Day trip the night,
Fight away my nemesis,
Succeed with might,
Truths are always meant to bless,
Can't see the light,
That guides my incandescent hell,
Obey the fright,
Dreams are only times to tell.

Don't let it down
It comes from up above
Too much to lose
Purpose is to find love
I'm not a fool
She plays the part like a Jezebel
I can't be ruled
By all your demon spells
My birthstone fights
A path known all so well
I cannot hide
Plain sight is my shell.

Don't let me down...from the soil is where we grow...

A dandelion allures an essence of the innocent,
Distinct from a ****, once puffed flurries offspring of homogenous descent.

Proletarian by nature, now **** without seed,
That puff propels my wealth and now I can lament.

Bees harbor resentment, “You can’t pollenate me!",
Enticed by sinuous poison and overlooked by the Bourgeoisie,
Cautiously creeping like honey’s viscosity in vain,
Synchronicity is cut short swiftly by A Coup de Main.

_TRF

Reckon a billion lingual tongues,
absent ambiguity,
rousing the drum.

Beats hiccup in a maze,
diverting Calypso,
the siren's gaze.

Planes plateau,
sowing seeds of discourse,
coerced by vertigo.  

Foe's vascular veins,
beset vernacular,
clotting famine's riddled drains.

to eat or to hate?

I’m numb to love
Forgotten the feeling
The way a dream slips away
From memory.
Maybe it’s the drugs
Or concussions
But it was once there
Inside and out
Now it exists as
Hints like Momento
Only scars instead of tattoos
As reminders of first glances
And perfume toxification

I’m living on the blade of a razor
While doing the moonwalk
And like Michael Jackson
I just wanna dream again
Hit the drip
I’m ready Doc

Drop the *** and stomp it out,
we don't need no more forest fires,
respect the courage that should be admired,
cause wild winds bleed in closets
like back draft flames fighting for air.

Crack the door and welcome with yellow roses,
from ash colored clouds come rainbow stares,
**** phone gossip, this breeze needs to roam,
the future is bright with flamboyant genomes.

An inner conflict was brewing in the brain of this Regal Man.
Snap shots of his world come and go,
having lost time as his memento.

He never missed the most important meeting
on his calendar each day,
same as planned.

His insipid body,
a vehicle driven by the same shiny things
that attract barracudas.

A papercut on his tongue
from licking an envelope,
was a microscopic distraction.

Yearning for a momentary state of bliss,
it was time for his sinuous routine
to get on with the show.

The *****,
induced a memory of his stoicism,
brought back to life as an afterglow.

Disparate cynics cannot fathom these deepest of depths.  
Man can’t choose his D.N.A.
like he can nomenclature.

Be blessed you are immune child
and take a deep breath.
Habits may be hard to swallow by some;
no plethora of education.
As much of a paradox as this may be,
the pursuit of this dance is not feeling like death.

Knowing that every cylindrical spin of the pistol
can determine the future.
Indulging in an appetite of chaos, will be sure to obscure.

Only hours
before the celebration that gives thanks to our last Harvest,
A quandary, this time was stewing in this stoic man’s galaxy.

On his left shoulder was a badger,
putting his life to THE TEST.
To his right was an angel,
her relentless pleas dismissed.

Like being beset in quicksand,
he dreamed that option was best.
A thought went through his head but vanished like a wave at sea.
Licking his fingers to feel the wind he sang out,
“Memeto- Mori”. (Remember Your Death)

Pictures frolic like wild horses
Painting portraits in the distance
of human touch and raining luck

I came across a satellite,
Abondoned from telecom
and burned to pieces

The atmosphere shaped the light
blinding circumstances
Causing jewels of denial

I’m on my way to lonely death
The way the noose and
Juice call for acceptance
For not long this craving
Is waiting to escape

These thoughts traverse circles
Of wild red woods admitting their age

R ippling waves of righteous reality
E mbrace the lighthouse's illuminated illusion
M orse code to remorseful fallacies
O bscured by the damp, dreaded delusions
R ealization smashes the rocks like a migraine
S uppressing the surrogate contusion
E vading one's self who is always to blame

C onjecture overwhelms the tickling tendencies
O mnipresent overtures sing their symphonies
D edicated to torturing us caged free
E ven scores scour minds endlessly

swallowing has become a chore these days,
like mowing the lawn in the rain,
i hear my gulp when the room is silent
and it sounds violent,
my ears crack and swollen waves squeak,
am i apprehensive of deliberate rhythm?

my esophagus is as tight as a noose,
so the shrink prescribed drool,
but i'd rather swallow than daze,
and deny the fog entrance through
my maze.

The wooden grip
of a solo match
soaked with petroleum
sears eye lashes
Clear the dust bowl
down the highway,
forty miles or ounzes
to burn your fashion
Desolate, dystopian realities
somewhere to be found,
is it me? hanging there
bloated, round.
Get your clean, cold buzz
cause until the cable or noose is paid
it all ends in a
black and white fuzz.

Smoking brush strokes of painted crowds,
overlooking a landscape's higher regime,
spider silk webs inhaled by lungs of teens,
coughing cotton cumulus clouds.

You're so much cooler, yet softer,
green apple e-liquids versus melancholy,
my antique lighter, your boutigue battery,
kills just the same, don't take after your father.