i pull out a cigarette in the name of self destruction
making my way over concrete carpets
in search for something to light up my veins

looks of disdainful condescension are fired through me
as i dig in my pockets for my white bic lighter
that i so desperately need
to start my day of agreeable self destruction

i reach my man and pull out a *** of coloured paper
i throw it away on nothing
i melt it down
i spike my vein
and i dissolve
i am falling
into the world around me

this amazing, wonderful junk