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It's Not True Rufus, Don't Listen To The Hat
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Have some faith.
Don’t you know that this is not a race,
and we are not contenders, now?
So ask questions like,
“which truth is the truth with which I chose to define myself
and bare all my insecurities?”

These cobbled streets and stone walls can’t contain us.

This knot in my stomach
is the result of all I envy,
and the route to my redemption.
It reminds me that I am a mess of bone and tissue,
and a slave to my own ambitions.

We can only be ignored for so long.

So lets get back on that horse, take the road less traveled and get away from this town of claustrophobic creativity. Let’s start afresh, leave the embers of this burnt out city to settle on the stunted seeds in which it has poured its misplaced trust.

Lets see from a different perspective the sun, the sky, the moon, the stars, the sea, sand, trees, clouds, train lines, road signs, motorways and slip roads, postcards, dreamy days, winters end and spring beginnings, window seats, cats eyes caught in corner glances,late night adventures, firesides and the dirt grey contrast of the high rise with lights calling us home; an orange glow snaking its path across green fields, towns and cities. Drawing lines across maps to open up new sights, sounds, and the infinite possibility of the horizon.

21 cigarettes

God tosses a marigold
into the air
or maybe it’s a hand grenade
to bring in the new day

and I roll over
onto my side
to keep the sun
out of my eyes

and I know –
the money’s all gone
and I’ve smoked
twenty cigarettes

I feel like an engine
stuck in
high combustion
lungs on fire
throat ruined

been up for
thirty eight hours
haven’t showered
in three days
hair feels heavy
skin overgrown

thoughts of you now
but only in selected remembrance
filtered through a hungry stomach

I look at pictures and grow sad

cut them
cut this
cut that

there
cut
and I
can’t sleep
thinking of you

accelerating
at 60
going on 100

and my twenty-first cigarette

– A. Ramirez

21 Cigarettes, from “Man is the Bastard” which you can purchase on Amazon.