Through the Right Filter, It's Beautiful

A moment

It's the little things :

Sandy brown and ivory

Hold hands between my

          Stained fingers.

Leather blanketed diaries

Shield me from the night;

On this

         Concrete, abstract.

Downy grey escapes

The pipe for this fleshy factory's

Refuse;

       Calling Cancer.

 

What a peaceful reverie,

Cigarette in hand.

I remember to breathe.

Author's Note

Yep~ I'm sure you can guess what this is about.

Reviews

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

I like anyone that can serve up cancer. I heard it said once that "Cancer ain't funny!", said quote being the last words of a man who committed suicide. I RON E.

[LeeLee Ryder]

Vivid imagery... Use to smoke...
I remember those days ... Waiting for your meal at a restaurant,
lighting up and then the food arrives... Every time...
The only perk I miss ... Thanks for sharing.