The last cigarette before bed

The last cigarette of the night.

Amber thoughts and fleeting

realizations before bed,

I wish I could keep these

thoughts organized in my head

but the piano keys are too sharp

and I wish you’d strum guitar instead

I could sleep easier being bored

 

Heartburn heartache, too much beer

Too much, too much

never quite

enough

 

I had everything

It’s still waiting

 I’m contemplating the fastest

way back to Albuquerque

Will you point me in the right direction

 

I’m lost next to good intention

 

Please,

forward my mail to this address

"unknown"

Please tell them I’m so sorry

I lost my phone

one day I’ll reach

out

and touch

someone

 

The ballet at hand

on foot,  says run

 

There’s a desert ahead

a long hot walk

I thirst like I never have before

I want not for food,

substance, or health

I just want to make that last stretch

before

death

Author's Note

To be published in Winter quarterly of http://fragilearts.tumblr.com/

Reviews

[Kenny L. Mitchell]

This reads much like Nikki Giovanni (my fav). She is quiete adept at reflecting her inner mood. I sense the same thing in your work. Impressive. Most impressive.

[Scott A. Williams]

Terrific, terrific stuff. This stanza:

Heartburn heartache, too much beer
Too much, too much
never quite
enough

is perfect both in word choice and rhythm.

[Gastroc.]

beautiful poem.

[M Walser]

lola, i really like the way this read. the beginning stanza was perfect. the rhyming was fun and made it flow off the tongue.

(The ballet at hand
on foot, says run) .....Sweet line!

[Jibey]

Your writing trails along the path of disappointment... the road of endless hopes and needs, of wants and wishes... A fine capture of the mood...

[Emily B]

Ed always leaves the best reviews, what are we supposed to say after that?

[Ed Hart]

How are you going to know it's enough, unless it's too much...