smoke for blues

Plans for Friday

Get really, ridiculously stoned
Have hours of sex
Get really, ridiculously stoned yet again
Listen to the the entire Moody Blues Days of Future Passed album on vinyl while laying on the floor
Finish the night with a cigarette. Not because I need nicotine. But because I want it.

Minneapolis City Blues

Leaves leave the
scent
And cork extends
the draw.

Devil on the lurch.
Swaying.

steady,
steady.

Not the best way
to go,
but quitting
Is the best
way to lose it.

Severed limb
on a dish.
For looks,
never on ice.

No attachment
just black spots
on mucus
that hurls from
the bottom
of lungs.

“Do you know what
would go great
with that?”

Quick/Sharp/Shocks

The old days
lost
in old ways.

Dissatisfaction
and malcontent
to
dissociation
and
small
regrets.

24 hours and
a trigger
on the
search.

Victim of self
eating,
crowing,
pining,
For One
God
Damn
Cigarette.