Poetry Blogs (2019, cigarettes)
We sat on the edge of the bridge
Throwing our cigarettes off of it
We always said that we should quit
Before they kill us
But god knows we'd kill eachother first
We've always been so good with loaded words
You threw your last smoke off the bridge
And with the fireball whisky you spit
It ignited with flames that you lit
But I fed your fire
And the devil knows the mistakes you made
Friday 11th January 2019 1:05 am
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm
Hit the homes of the less, Hit the SCUM of the projects, Drop a few bombs in the Sub Culture Urban Market, target the future smokers, smoke the future dealers, pull up in them vans, hand out vans and a few packs of cigs, Fact 79 the name of the game, selling the idea of a pack newports, over the idea of packing for cruises to lands on new ports, grandmamas got them, baby cousins watchin', second h...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 10:24 pm
He sat and watched them
draw from pipes of bone and clay,
eyes closed in peaceful
meditation. Cast in clouds
of bittersweet transcendence.
I sat and watched him
turn into a hollow man,
wrapped in shrouds of grey.
His constant, shuddering, barks
cough your epitaph, Raleigh.
Wednesday 13th March 2013 10:24 am