in the light of a gas station's windows

in the light of a gas station's windows

A Poem by Jordan Varner

on the dark dawn of the brightest day
in the light of a gas station's windows
the scent of cigarette smoke 
the sound of punk

i sat there with my hands at my sides 
my head leaning against the unforgiving brick wall
the biluminous waste of my pick of poison rising from my hand
entering and exiting my lungs

many before me and many to come
would give up at this point
this seems to be rock bottom 
but for me it's the exposition to my story

that night i smoked a whole pack
listening to the songs that make me feel like maybe there's something out there
so i got up and walked into the rising moon
and i never looked back

© 2017 Jordan Varner


Author's Note

Jordan Varner
i know "biluminous" isn't a word. but it's what entered my head and it felt right. i tried replacing it with other, real words. but none of them felt as if they quite fit.

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