Smoke rises from between cracked lips
Folding around the nose and tickles the fine hair of the cheek
Thick and creeping
Slowly up and out of the lungs
Pulling with it frustration, resistance, and stress
All of lifes worries gone with a breath
Red fingers tap tap away
Dropping the burnt ash of the day
Freedom in the form of decay

Sneakered feets skid the cheap wax floor
The screaming maddening muddled expectation of children echo unhappiness
Its a hot Saturday in retail hell
Where have a nice day meets a condecending flip off
And fake smiles still taste like caffine syrup
Over head lights flicker and bring the three o'clock head ache
Another day, five more hours
Until leaving

Sun sets behind closed doors
And morning is the light behinds the curtain
Breakfast is the lunching hour
Where homework meets yesterday’s coffee cup
Still remembering the taste of hazelnut
Silence becomes a quite chaos as Sublime takes over the concentration
Smiling the one man concerts begin
And ends just in time for Netflix

Your words were like nicotine
I drag through my lungs
Ash in my mouth
And stick to thoughts
Flicking out the embers of doubt
Burning away my worth
Filter gone yellow with poison
Creating dependence
Sick but addicting

Its dusty ill used and dark
And no amount of spring cleaning could rid it of the filth of last september
Where you left it to rot
Mold and ruin
But summers almost over and the flowers of life have bloomed
Where long festival night were spent trying to forget
Dancing that haze minded stupor and sweating out the poision of words and betrayal
Till the grime comes free
The air clears and the echo of your voice fades

Its the three am wake up
The random shirt in the closet
Your lost phone cord
Spare change and pocket lint on my dresser
A book from last christmas
To make me feel like a lonely sock in the dryer
Abandoned like everything else