lonely wading through the destruction of space

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

fighter

i am a blue cigarette smoker
breathing in shivers and shudders 
and waking up
on cold mornings in cold sheets
to smoke beside the weeds on my doorstep
i like to play the flowers
like keys
red yellow and blue and green 
purple keys
flowers sound nice with
go well with vodka
and a drunkard
likes to sing
herself to sleep with the radio
on 
i like to fight
with my fists
not my lips

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