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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