At one A.M. I light
the long end of my cancer.
As the smoke permeates
the room with the smell
of my contentment,
I wait for the walking smile
to bring more energy in a pot
and turn back to my
leather bound fantasy.
I hear the backdrop beat
of too many souls converging
and conversing about the mundane
and just to spite them,
I think deep thoughts.
I kill myself with one more drag.
I look at the face of eternity,
it tells me the moon will soon leave,
and the sun to take its place.
it lets me know Iam one day older
and that I need dreams to fil my head
in subconsious bliss.
the walking smile returns
with the white slip of my debt
and refills my now bottomed out
I disturb it once with my lips
and leave my tip for the night
(don't get caught in the rain)
I walk out into the musty morning
and drive home feeling complete
that I have had my cancer and blackend teeth.