I light a cigarette
while driving down the coast
and the dim lit beach
calls me out
for this silent repression
and every time I want to
coast the wheel against roadside curbs,
I wait for the cigarette to exhale
it's final drag, and even then,
I watch the orange light
disappear into darkness,
and once this is finalized
so is this feeling of craving the crash and burn.
This is how it always ends.
Dissipation - like the smoke against my lips.
2:57 AM
and I dance in the moonlight's depression
while waiting for this again, tomorrow.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
I light a cigarette
while driving down the coast
and the dim lit beach
calls me out
for this silent repression
and every time I want to
coast the wheel against roadside curbs,
I wait for the cigarette to exhale
it's final drag, and even then,
I watch the orange light
disappear into darkness,
and once this is finalized
so is this feeling of craving the crash and burn.
This is how it always ends.
Dissipation - like the smoke against my lips.
2:57 AM
and I dance in the moonlight's depression
while waiting for this again, tomorrow.
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