It's the little things :
Sandy brown and ivory
Hold hands between my
Stained fingers.
Leather blanketed diaries
Shield me from the night;
On this
Concrete, abstract.
Downy grey escapes
The pipe for this fleshy factory's
Refuse;
Calling Cancer.
What a peaceful reverie,
Cigarette in hand.
I remember to breathe.
Author notes
Just a moment smoking a treat in the garage
