I’m gonna finish this song
and listen to this cigarette.
Notice the rain falling harder –
almost blinding
the last mile to my house.
My love for you
is second
to none
and like heroin
I feel at home
in your arms
spinning dizzy
concentric circles
up into the majestic.
But you’re allergic to love…
A cigarette
in the cold gray
A Chopin sonata
and you’re off the map
spinning dizzy
erratic circles
up into the majestic.
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