cigarettes in a snowstorm

ah, that takes me back. this poem written in 11 minutes. i need a drink and a smoke...

the squeaking of wet sneakers

on grimey white tiled floors.

the cashier with weird teeth

and body ruined by pregnancy

leans against the counter,

spilling forth her suckled clevage

from her hastily buttoned shirt.

that f*****g weird kid is here again,

always buying a small coffee,

and stirring in his caramel cream

before he rushes back home

to never do anything of any consequence

except be the weird kid at 7-11.

a black man already in line

looking and smelling like s**t

points out his lottery ticket,

while still finding time

to look at the white girl's

withered teats.

He ventures back to his truck,

and i take his place in front.

without a motion to the display case

my coffin nails are placed in front of me.

exact change is counted out

with the aid of the penny tray.

i tell her i'll f**k her next time.

it started snowing again,

but that's not so bad anymore.

my ma's in the ground now,

and tommorw's a holiday,

guess it just be best to forget everything.

it's only a few blocks home

to microwave popcorn

and warm diet soda.

the bedsheets need washing,

but they can wait for another day.

all that matters now

is the sun's begining to set

a little later each day.

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[Kiddx]

KInd of a sad and touching write here

it's only a few blocks home
to microwave popcorn
and warm diet soda.
the bedsheets need washing,
but they can wait for another day.
all that matters now
is the sun's begining to set
a little later each day.

I love this stanza here, this is wonderfully written I like your write.