One last toke, one last relationship, one last smoke… of you

A poem

We, it, I, you:  Twirling

                        Elegantly

                        Fluent and original

                        Patterns

                        Rings and hearts

            Taking over

            Shivers down spine

            Embrace me now

      Inhale matter

      Burn away form

      A mighty steed

      To attack at dawn

  My burning hope

  My burning solution

  My burning addiction

Our burnt relationship

 

A change of tempo since you left       as it was all cosy till you started being nosey

Now it’s s**t isn’t it, ‘b***h’, because you’ve seen me with one train track stitch

So past the edge I’m a dot on your radar, so cast me as the next Darth Vader.

So… not a rebel �"with the rebel alliance�" geek, skater, stoner, alcoholic

Nothing about me is straight line stereophonic

So I sip and I smoke �"you provoke�" clinging on like a blood starved tick

To some un-fertilised manure: a living, breathing, pile of s**t

The way I feel, dismissed like a catherine wheel: a lighted minute, on display…

                                  

Then gone like the sparks, to lie in dismay.

Now tell it like it’s all still wrong: then it’ll always be alright

One is just a number here, staying up getting wasted all night

Well that spins on for all my life, but then it’ll always be alright…                         Alright?

 

My thoughts may be abstract. My smiles are now faked… Fake!

You’re gone… music replaces the pumping through my veins, no hell for heaven’s sake

Another day I wish to take, away… without you, the music dies and I with it

                                        The world with me

                                   Lost: in another fantasy.

Or maybe just, my reaction… from a once perfect, fatal attraction