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you know what they say about a glimpse of light…

there’s nothing as calming as clouds of smoke

puffing softly out your mouth and nose.

maybe you could give the menthol credit.

or the doctor you’ll meet when your lungs bleed.

cancer’s only a zodiac symbol.



like a deer dumbstruck in some truck’s headlights.

it wasn’t god’s gleam of light that blinded me

as i embarked under steel silver rims;

i became entranced in red, strung out eyes

of a grimy man’s empty brown bottle.





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