I’m in no mood for this
No mood to imagine
a lost consciousness
I’m too self conscious,
Lost consciousness
and frost crossed lips
So jaded
Probably brain dead
Devoid of blood
Flooded from the inside
Crashed, and bled out
Shed a tear, a face
for fear of what’s behind it
A future that doesn’t exist
One that has to be crafted
With time, and energy
and commitment
I’m all too aware

The mirage I’d see somewhere
Out in that nowhere
Is probably a lost cause
Zeus, or some other god
Who let their Icarus
floss his wings with demons
Prometheus make friends, and foes
Left us here, stranded
With nothing but death sticks,
prayer flags to weep with

But, I think a cigarette
without a song is a sin
and I swear I saw one
that said “never knows best”
caught fire,
and burned itself
into my retina,
Held my neck
Between soft ligaments
And tore at ambivalent bones
Disseminating them to the wind
immolated away
And lost its mind to the smoke

Maybe it was gone,
Before it ever left.

-J