Playing Sir Sandford Fleming Every Morning

This cigarette lies dying

at this speed of this sunset

and as I close my eyes I’m smoking the sun

beneath a sky of fiery ashes

watching this blood red moon rise as the grumpy phoenix awakes

this is the hope of night

and the power of addiction

that when you’ve given up on a day

that stabbed you awake

with the assault of your alarm clock

sure, you’re the one who set it

but it doesn’t mean it’s gotta be so bitchy

about it

every 7:50

every morning

there’s always time

for one more smoke.

 

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