The initial sting of a cigarette inhale. The heat. The smoke. The inherent knowledge that life is a joke. The menthol cool really does rule. On my deathbed, I will choke.
I dont like cigarettes.
The initial sting of a cigarette inhale. The heat. The smoke. The inherent knowledge that life is a joke. The menthol cool really does rule. On my deathbed, I will choke.
I dont like cigarettes.
What a strange opening day. At
Julys Hazy Motives
So, on one white hot day,
shelled by enduring haze,
I elicit one last coherent breath.
A sweet peace breeze duels my lungs
as I fall deep into simmering apathy.
On the silent evening of a white hot day
cool tension flies with the wind.
Hazy convincing glances offer clues of a place to seek.
Quietly, I careen through another day.
Screaming demons are in my soul
I cant control the rock and roll
Eventually it will take a toll.
Ok, Ill get right to the point
Lets wear funny hats and be vague tonight.
You bring the suspicion,
Ill bring the head games.
When I decide, then you can tell me what to be.
Listen
Shhhh .
Listen to those magpie feathers
Splashing into the placid pond.
Listen to my teeth grind.
Release me and be vague
Send me to my destiny.
Crush as far as I know it: 1. To squeeze or force by pressure so as to alter or destroy structure; 2. Hug, embrace; 3. To reduce to particles by pounding or grinding; 4. To oppress or burden grievously; 5. To subdue completely; 6. An unusual and passing infatuation.
At least one of them fits, if not all.
(Webster's 9th)