a lady lights a cigarette
glowing red cherry
lips, puffing without
regret
a cigarette, burning
smoking, grey breathing
choking and
tap tap the
falling ashes

it is over with
a definitive flick —
a lady lights a cigarette
she can see her spirit
dancing in the smoke

I rolled you up
Your insight, your beauty
And all the love you had to offer me
I threaded you with American Spirit
And tucked you in an origami wrap

From grass and earth...
To clouds
One hit
And the world went silent

it's been a long time coming,
and I must say;
I love you more this morning
than I did yesterday.
when you move,
I cannot think straight,
my head is in the clouds.
all I know, my darling
is that tomorrow I will love you
more than I do right now.

I evacuate at the first sign
of the storm and I will leave
you picking up the broken pieces
all alone. my heart is not your home.

Your eyes
are dark and
dull...

I could've
sworn they
were bright blue
when we
first
met.

A person can only trip so many times
Before they fall
Effortlessly
Down the rabbit hole

It always depresses me
to observe those who shun
the confines of their character.
They continue to be enslaved.

They seem to only live half a life.
To hide in elusive shadows,
with fear guiding slaves by the reins
to eternal paranoia.

Their pride is what refuses
any sort of helping hand.
It's as if they seek for
a glorified self-destruction.

Their desire to be free
is only a wistful dream.
A cruel game of window shopping
within their warped mind.

These creatures always intrigued me,
who shun themselves and those who care.
A desire to be true to oneself
Yet, make no effort to change.