The Intellectual.

They tick and they tock
As they swim through the crowd
Floating in smoke.

I remember once I saw them,
Or I thought I did.
They looked like kids I knew once.

It felt the same, you know.
The feeling of knowing.
It’s complex but bullshit.

Intellectual.

The first time I smoked
I choked.
Coughing on the air.
The false air I had created
With that little stick of death.

Being outside
Does not mean
You are getting fresh air.

I could feel the black in my lungs, you know.

I know you have feelings.
Boys can see and feel
Just the same.
But different.

Please finish your beer.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

This one's flow jumps across multiple images. Yet somehow I find part of my mind making a connection between the top and the bottom of the piece. Overall it's rather deep and makes pause to give reflection upon the balance of evils within our culture, especially across the gender gap.

A Thinking Piece for sure! :)
Wolfie