Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Dark night would fit this place
Dim sight would add something to this moment

How long have you been away from suffering?
As you are creating suffering to yourself now.
Cigarette heads
Wet tea residue
Flooding boredom

No chatty talking would sugarcoat this moment
I'm facing my decadent soul
And it's luminous past
How do I like the drowning I demanded?

2017.8.15
EZ