Stepping outside, the air cuts
Cooling the flesh in my lungs
Turning my blood red
A cloud escapes my open mouth
Pupils dilate under dim street lamps
Searching for the light
***** converse on a shiny street
Around the corner
Old ripped jeans

By that tall tree
I look up
No more leaves
But a small, soft, dark brown sky
Hippie Sabotage plays near by
Lips
Collide with the glass
Spark
******* in all I can
Smoke hits
Deep in my throat
Ashes stay lit
Orange glows in my hand

Puddle at my feet
Full moon on the ground
Not so cold now
Tall tree
Branches reaching further down
Away from me
Gray faces surround

Inhale
A little more
Exhale
I blow and blow
Ears full of Palace sound
Strange town
A cloud escapes my open mouth
What now