Cigarette

There's a cold, constant neon flicker

Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour

Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger

I suck the blood of a left hand finger

And with it I release my self-esteem

A reason to redeem

I'm a failure - I'm unclean

There's not an action I regret

I light another cigarette

And through the smoke, I feel the scent

Of something far beyond an incident

A lecture for the trivial

Artistic, not theatrical

And she moves just like an erotic cabarét

Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay

The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips

As she moves, I watch her hips

This is chaos, this is karma

Coming down into a drama

This is what I feed on - I won't forget

I light another cigarette

We inhale the honey gently

Planning a smooth and thoughtful re-entry

A first world war documentary

With a touch of the twentyfirst century

Two calculative wannabes

Running dry on energy

With poison floating through their veins

Superficial intolerance

Four blurred eyes taken leave of sense

Intoxicated, in pains

Confronting, colliding, exploding

As if our lives would end this very day

With lethal words that sting and say

I've seen it all

I'll take anything, come what may

Given the world into my hands

There's something I wouldn't miss

The fruit of an evening like this

The reuniting kiss

Take aim, fire - this is what you get

We light another cigarette