death came to visit
today
and now he sits,
smoking a cigarette,
in a chair
on the other side
of the room
he did not say
why,
simply barging into
the room
saying
hey
hey man
how ya doing
care for a
smoke?
he didn’t say much
after that so I went
on with things
read a magazine,
paid some bills,
made a sandwich and
ate it
still he sat,
just smoking and
smoking,
occasionally
asking me:
you sure you don’t
want one man?
I was sure
and after the fourth
or fifth time he
asked me if I wanted
to go somewhere
“a little noise will do us
good man”
“this place is quiet as
death”
I realized slowly he didn’t
mean for us to return if we
left
as I write this
he’s still over
smoking and smoking
and smoking
I weigh my options
as the sun sets once
again
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
death came to visit
today
and now he sits,
smoking a cigarette,
in a chair
on the other side
of the room
he did not say
why,
simply barging into
the room
saying
hey
hey man
how ya doing
care for a
smoke?
he didn’t say much
after that so I went
on with things
read a magazine,
paid some bills,
made a sandwich and
ate it
still he sat,
just smoking and
smoking,
occasionally
asking me:
you sure you don’t
want one man?
I was sure
and after the fourth
or fifth time he
asked me if I wanted
to go somewhere
“a little noise will do us
good man”
“this place is quiet as
death”
I realized slowly he didn’t
mean for us to return if we
left
as I write this
he’s still over
smoking and smoking
and smoking
I weigh my options
as the sun sets once
again
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