Light up
you just can’t quit
Somewhere along the line
you stopped trying
Now the after taste burns
The ashes flicked and drift
Your fingers stink as smoke
The quenched cigarette levitates
inside the whisky bottle
You are holding on the edge
Spilling…

The earth unbalances you
so you lean on the concrete pavement
ineptly breathing in the air
filtering out the freshness
No matter how deep it gets
Not enough

Rain makes you nauseous
Wind knocks you out
Give up
Sky is grey