christie’s half full
and it’s four twenty
a.m.
and i’m faced with a dilemma
sleep sounds nice
but then i’ve got this
coal going too
mintlemonkiwi
jesus how do i sleep now
my girl shrugs
the night is young
pat pat
i’m sorry lungs
and sorry skin
you’re in the dark
far too often
just
smoke in a ghost
in the late hours
of a story
that too quickly
grew tiresome.
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