I'm in my room
and all alone.
I'm wearing your old flannel
the one with character.
Its pouring rain.
The most depressing thing,
of those facts above,
is not one of them says,
I'm dancing in the rain.

A saw a man at 3am,
Walked like water.
Talked to me in dead silence.
No sound from an angel in disguise.
He came as a man from an abandoned church.
Looked at me with graceful troubled eyes.
I saw a man in disguise.
I saw the water he walked on.
Tinted blue, or maybe that was my eyes.
Maybe I just saw my reflection in his eyes.
Was he real. I can't justify.
My heart tells me I've been blessed from behind.  
He was a priest. We shared a stog. It was magically depressing and I know you know why.
This is no time for a curious soul to be searching for truth in a city that is a mine.
I find gold in the snoring bush where another angel lies.
A saw an angel in disguise.

Conflict:
The sweaty mason jar cools my right palm and stirs my head;
The smoky cigar heats my left grip and soothes my conscious.

Reflection:
Just now accepting the day that has happened on me and the events gone by;
Just now praying for her and the decision she had to make to do right by her family.

A pause:
Sip my glass, sip the stog, the spices and tingles mix and diminish;
My palate charged, I taste, breathe, and repeat.

The porch:
Comfy couch, windless night, stars come out, music is bright;
Achy pains slip away, and pleasant thoughts amass my brain.

My friends:
Scattered far and scattered wide, some fare better than others;
Different points we've reached in life, contact fades and flutters.

My wish:
I hope you all are happier than the happiest you thought you could be;
I hope you sleep better tonight than the soundest you've ever acheived;
I hope comfort finds every crevace of your soul;
I hope you keep your positive way through all life's turns and tolls.

You're voice can make the craving for a cigarette disappear.
No one before you has been able to achieve that .
They were the reasons why my packs ended up empty so fast.
But You.....



You destroy the urge to light up a stog and **** myself a little faster.