When I think too much I become a poet.
I imagine
I am an abstract art of my inner thoughts  for display on the web with open interpretations to judge.

When I was growing up
Teachers would tell me how I had bad grammar.
I imagine
They were stubborn artists that was too obsessed with traditional art.
But I was too abstract for them to understand  with my cavemen writing .

But in poetry.
I imagine
I can be anything.

I am a bad waiter.
You can point something out on the menu,
And I probably still can't fully explain to
You what it is that I am giving to you.

I am a bad burglar.
You will see that I am really loud,
And I probably still can't fully explain to
You why I only go for things that are impossible to take away,
Why I cant stop having my eyes on things that already have an owner.

I am a bad kidnapper.
You can say 'no',
And for some reason I still can't fully explain to you
Why I will always ask for your permission
Before I try to take you to some place
You don't even want to go.

I am a bad person.
If not,how come I can make a list of things
That I am bad at.

yes i smoke

i smoke to put something in my hand

to replace the same place your hand used to rest

so maybe its a force of habit

yes i smoke

just to keep something warm near me

because most things are painfully cold lately.

My fingers reached for the tip.
As my lips hugged it,
You were at the back of my mind
Then I inhaled to the fullest.
I held every cloud as long as I could
So at the back you'd linger
Never to bother what's ahead.
Until I was at the brink of suffocating,
Until I needed to breathe,
I had to exhale and knew, as I wanted,
To let go every memory of you.
But as I did, I had no intention
Of letting a part of me drift with you.
I was able to smoke you out
With red droplets of me
Sinking through the earth.