I put out
Cigarettes on my fingertips
To 'pass the torch'
And echo the way that smoke drifts
With every letter
That finds reality
Between my blistered thumbs
And cellphone keys.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
I put out
Cigarettes on my fingertips
To 'pass the torch'
And echo the way that smoke drifts
With every letter
That finds reality
Between my blistered thumbs
And cellphone keys.
