Waves
By Walter Burns
I stood outside on the front porch and smoked my cancer stick The sidewalk overflowed and water spread over my wrinkling ankle bones in waves... The latest guilt commercial sprang harsh from the radio waves “If you gotta smoke, SMOKE OUTSIDE” so here I was in my boxer briefs and my Nike polo shirt smoking a fag I caught pneumonia and died No I didn’t... In fact all I did was sigh at the cloaked phantom getting pelted in the rain he could not harm this house the blood of sacrifice washed over the door and I was left with one soggy cigarette. As he sulked goodbye, I waved. Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 02:37 PM PST 0 • 10
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