Cigarette     Some days the light goes out in the hall,
Flickering unsteadily like cigarettes on
Windy nights out by the lake – unsteady steadies.

Awkwardly figuring out you were losing faith,
I literally chained smoked my nerves into a
Nicotine haze waiting for the over to be over.

I rise two steps towards the upper corner,
Unsteadily waffling on a two step, step ladder,
Given to me by my dad before he turned yellow

And died. The bulb burns my hand, a yellow sizzle.
How one forgets a lit bulb is acutely hot I don’t
Really know, but I remember why I did not change

It now.  I remember why I put up with the flicker
For so long, sighing a sigh each time as though
Somehow the act of changing is really just too much.


About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s