3 For Smoking 2
For you Matthew, which ever one of you it is at this time.
so its skin
you say
and turn the other way
with a lit cigarette
and different theory
today
the eyes of a lost man and a found boy
I stare at
just like
the sumo wrestlers tell me of your bullshit
and i laugh inside
when it dribbles out of my mouth
onto the table where three very different ashes
rest
i wonder if you put the layers on
or constantly take them off
i wonder how you can close your eyes at night
or breathe without choking
smoking
my last cigarette
with you
so maybe your milkshake will always taste better than mine
and maybe your yacht costs more than my dreams
but I can laugh without thinking
and cry without denying
i can love without questioning
and breathe without sighing
it may not be much
but it pays our bill.
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