We scoff at smokers ******* in stone
Yet we've held plastic cigarettes of our own
Nightcaps of cyanide to end Hell's day
A field one at that, while we wandered away
From higher thoughts and chanting gulls
Now poisoned air does fill our lungs
Singin' Glory Glory to emporiums that sell
All that we won when the lottery ***** fell.

There’s two things I hate equally
Being thought of as incapable
And how incapable I think I am.

There is security in crossing the threshold,
To mixing breaths and beating hearts.
Not knowing if you will journey home
Is torture, but nothing when compared
To wondering do you even live here.

Scurry to your home and take,  
The food scraps from the path.
Bodies pressing either side,
You step on toes and gasp.
Frantic, push and pull your way,
Throughout the sticky crowd.
The mass of your to-dos and fros,
Screaming out aloud.

A six pack puzzle rests in its place on the shelf,
Winding and winding and whirring itself.
A boy takes it up and cries through the case,
Every tear from his eye, washing his father’s face.
There’s hundreds of you, to fill every ambulance,
Flashing and singing your way to the cells.
What to call a puzzle that stays unsolved,
Until time counts the stars of eternity.

If words can be arranged to evoke fading memories
Then the power of joy and despair lay in their hands
For mine, I write them down to be read aloud
With fresh wounds healed as planned.

Smoke and spirits to thaw my own
Damp from days of cyclical heights
Tripping over on sleep to singing whys
Come in, she beckons, to a brand new night

Of concern for battles unfought but lost
Of a drifting tyrant who appears but is not
What she seems, underneath, a scheming wreck
Of quick made decisions, less quick to check

That maybe, the vulnerable mind can harm
Others, far more vulnerable than mine
The time taken to choose may not always be
The time span on effects those choices do leave

I cry inside, giving you shallow hints
Of truths that valleys could not contain
Water rushes in fast, to fill the empty space
I gasp for air, and wait for the Day

But now all I wish for is spirits and smoke
You’ve weakened all my rip-roaring fight
To sink into laughter and throw away worry
The death, the disaster of a brand new night.