Monday

clouds 2007Smoke curls gladly
through my iris
reflections in recess.
This is my first
relapse
collapse
I can’t let it happen
I shan’t let it happen
again!
Easily said…

So my lungs numb
to music in my brains,
humdrum, passages.
And outside, somewhere,
someone else;
another one, is shot!

Impersonal formality.
I pay no heed to this atrocity…
Still my cigarettes burn
Still my minds yearn
Still I don’t earn…enough to smoke!!

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