The Cigarette's Dry
A puff through the tonsils
As i lay here thinking
A gasp for air
Off goes my mind
Where might you be?
Down the alley with dignified whores
Or married and burdened with homely chores?
A smoke full of emptiness, I inhale
It clouds my mind
Clasps my hearts
What might you think?
That I finally jumped over your little wall?
Or do I even strike you? Vividly? At all?
And as the cigarette burns
Coherent to my breath
My lungs fill,
My heart somersaults
Once more it beats
In the rhythm you showed
Petrified, smoke harder I try
But, like you, babe, the cigarette's dry
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