liver damage
spritzers and pirouettes
of smoke curl
through canals
in cracked plastic
lip skin,

can
a void thrum?

bob dylan’s
time out of mind
sheathed in my ears
cigarettes burn
all of me,
can
entropy
explain

kaleidoscopes?

if yes, if
only
that I see
you in
everything
is
a trick
of cones
and rods
and nothing more.