There’s that moment past midnight
When you’re the only one in the house that smokes
You sit on that front step, that balcony
And toke as the city strokes
Your burning hair with its fluorescent flare
Daring you to share in its busyness
You’re lizardess in your creeping
Steeping in your deep treating
Of solitude, not sleeping
But retreating further into that beating bleating
Creature on your back that turns heating freezing
And creasing to teardrop
You slop ash to sock and pop knuckles that knot
As you stop short of total rock
But it’s still a head bang
The red hang of the cherry mocks
Your lonely crop
she’s turned all the lights off
She’s never even chanced a drag
Blows the smoke out her face
Ain’t never had the taste
Of grey waste her fate
She’s never had that meditation
When you stay bitter in the cold
Find place even when you hold
Papers in shaking hands
And fold chest over knees to withhold
The warmth your desperate body rolled
Out to bones and flesh untold
Don’t mind the soar throat
It’ll be clear by sunlight
Don’t mind the saggy eyes
They’ll be tight by sunlight
I’ve twist the orange stem
And it’s stopped it’s pirouettes
But still I sit in the Stygian net
That beckons my regret
I can’t help but be so soap opera
Quivering lip in my zoom
But I’ve left my fucking smokes inside the room
I get up and stretch
Feel reflection flex my mid zone in the moon
How can I exploit this habit to a boon?
I’ve realised a few things out here
Seen new lights and altered angles
So although my fingers have yellowed
My body feels fresh spangled
I wriggled out of traps where I was tangled
And discovered ways to regenerate
Where I was mangled
She tells me she hates the way I stink
Thinks this pack should be my last
I’m just a bunny with the carrot dangled
In front of my twitching snout as smoke wafts past
There’s something in being totally submissive
To this persistent urge and my addict personality
Just surges at the curve and plume
In the gloom of moonlight’s blast
I always say I’m going to stop
But when I get so much, how can I call this lot
My last?
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 