A cigarette is just dragon spit, dragon spit
To tilt the world
Skull writing with ***** hands
Smear of words blind, dizzy
Onto walls of fireless caves
Out of the orange pulp of distant gerberas
Hopeful, and alone
Flick of sparks in air: dissolve
Downward around and everywhere
Like my thought
I wonder, if before me now were nothing
Would I jump?
There’d be no pain nor fear of end
There’d be nothing
I must transcribe this caved orange flower
Blindness somehow
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
A cigarette is just dragon spit, dragon spit
To tilt the world
Skull writing with ***** hands
Smear of words blind, dizzy
Onto walls of fireless caves
Out of the orange pulp of distant gerberas
Hopeful, and alone
Flick of sparks in air: dissolve
Downward around and everywhere
Like my thought
I wonder, if before me now were nothing
Would I jump?
There’d be no pain nor fear of end
There’d be nothing
I must transcribe this caved orange flower
Blindness somehow
