cigarette

somewhere between the smog and the salt, smoke
zestfulness, sudden breath of wet welcomes,
held, told to gather your photographs,
favor extended to a fourth, it's still not burnt,
Mr Grasshopper, caught you in the reflection, rising inflection.
Tastes like weak goats milk,
way too familiar to the girl, shoulders under that lady, I'm up to there,
talks too much, like a derelict i walk kinda lonely,
my mother, screaming at her baby,
making glue for some magnificent soldier.
eat my stagnant water, ice sculpture
repulse against the kitchen floor, a cool tiled bed,
pulse, I can see it throbbing so delicately against your skin,
a short pause, maybe an hour passes before you,
preach me that new song you heard that old boyfriend of yours tell you,
a controlled breach,
slumped over your kingdom, like the sow, bent over
shaman, a soiled hero.
taught you everything you said to forget,
vagabond, rumpled in your clothes, I'm sure you'll keep me warm,
catch a tram past the lawn, too late for it to be this,
the bridge, a river, a gasp of pure sanitised sanctions,
i told you i couldn't quit