UntitledInner breathlessness, outer restlessness By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath Grandma asked me what I'm running for I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for What mothers birth their youngens for And some say Jesus coming for For all I know the earth is spinning slow Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encaseUntitled
TracyFucking cigarettes...Tracy
He watched the smoke fall to the sky like so many snakes, beginning their descent to the stars. It made him feel dirty; even contaminated. It was all silence except for the slight crackling that tobacco sometimes makes when you burn it in secret. He flicked the half-smoked cancer stick into the bushes, entranced for that half second by the glowing trail it left behind.
The door creaked loud as ever as he went back inside, as did the ancient floor while he made his way back to the couch. Shivers had started to overcome him. He hated the cold weather, but didn't dare to smoke inside.
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