blend #54

the lone cigarette butt lies discarded on the floor
an expendable excess
distancing your hangover blues
from painful morning reality
filters flicked with naught a car
discarded cardboard safety
manipulated malleable monster
in the eyes of our collective republic

look closer
peer beyond that cancerous curtain
cigarettes
symbolic
of lifestyles and mindsets
the jet-set trendsetters
to hell-bent rebels
all simply suck their smoke
to the beat of two distinctly different dying drums

filters smashed between anxious thumbs
nihilistic narcissists
no brand of loyalty
simply the cheapest sticks of paper and tobacco
turned to 4 inch sticks of wavering ash
sucked deep into lungs at demon's pace
chain smoked to infinity
cloaked in cancerous perfume
breath of smoke forced from black lungs
like the spitfire speech of an angry tongue
no sunlight can escape her glare
dark lines of sight
no hope for the future
each passing day
yet another torture
she will not let you in
there is no comfort being sought
simply decimating desires
to crush fleeting spirits
steel bars pierce flesh
placed with careful abandon
head to toe decked in black
rips and tears of years of hard living
expose calloused flesh of the street brigade
no proof of daddy's little girl
did he ever speak her name
smoke streams from the cracks
in her teeth
in her soul
she cries out for death
life continues to take it's toll
depression
aggression
mind conceives one as the same
burning filter
gripped firmly
like cash in the hand
burning pain between her fingers
feed fervent fury
builds backbone
she flicks with a purpose
pulling fresh from the pack

let's flip the coin to the lighter side
shall we children of the night?

See the eloquent hipster
outside of the bar of course
cigarette merely an extension
for his flawless sense of self-accomplishment
be it what he's supposedly already seen, and who he has fucked
unwavering optimism
licks the face of uncertain future
hinged on the upcoming contributions
to the popular culture he so effortlessly mocks
living breathing dynamic demographic
future music television talking head personality
cutting his teeth on smoking circle color commentary
preparing for his eventual stardom
some sort of retrospective clip show compilation
let us revel in his jaded musing
sarcastically cynical perspective on childhood delight
nevertheless
effortless in his conglomeration of cool
cigarette smoothly puffed
breaths of smoke punctuating the air of electric conversation
some poor barfly fashionista he snagged
from his barstool soapbox podium
drag indicative of a life lived in calm
two outstretched fingers hold his
mere oral fixation
in latent disdain for consumerist culture of course
but simply ask and he'll tell you where he bought his personality
how does one stretch a square into a rectangle
he's too busy enjoying the thrift store fashionista
cooing lovingly into his ear
hanging onto every word dripping with arrogance
no rush to finish
no need to move quickly
like the rest of us elite
his life revolves around that sultry sensual beat

take his cue
don't let life wreck the mood
enjoy life
enjoy the moment
savor
or brood

With Love

there is something about her eyes
i can't shake the piercing gaze
from my head
to my heart
to my loins
all of me caught in rapture, lust
infinite
intricate
eternal connection
hearts beating in unison
that incomprehensible term
soul mate
maybe there's some truth to the phrase

beauty unfit to rest upon such cheap sheets
as if her elegance makes her hover above the surface
an angel sent to my chambers
skin smooth, silky to the touch
the loving caress of lover's tongues entwined
finger wrapped up in respective hair styles
the kind of styling session that leaves one
with the hair most bedhead aficionados
would break their backs for
the locks of passion
she whispers in my ear
a soft velveteen coo
i am loved
as she is loved
our love has become more than mere physical act
standard turns of phrase transcend to an ethereal plane
our existence refined in the consummation of our love
she is my absolute
she is m blue ribbon, watershed moment
she is the muse in my heart.