Impatient Vulture

Cigarette smoke halos a breath of light

circling incantations round an incandescent bulb.

And as the seconds pass and the air thins to twilight blue vapors dyed black

as midnight ink upon these pages

thoughts tattooed to the flesh of trees.

I roll up my sleeves for all to see the intimacy between the smoke and me

and how empty is the meaning of time

weighing less than dust

we wipe like sleep from the corners of our minds like crust.

Crows feet clawing at the sides of our eyes

tear into the skin of memory

eating you

an impatient vulture attacking the living.

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