I
Today I’m not afraid to leave the house
It is cold but I have cigarettes to smoke
I thought it was Monday when I prefer to stay indoors
But Tuesday, alas, I welcome
With eyes wide and arms bright
Today I’m not afraid to leave the house
It is cold but I have cigarettes to smoke
I thought it was Monday, to which I close my eyes
But Tuesday, alas, stay open wide
With arms that grow long and bright
Today I’m not afraid to leave the house
It is cold but I have cigarettes to smoke
Beyond a fence, I see from inside
A fever breeze sick with the fits
Shake surly flakes from its perspiring head
Today I am not afraid to leave the house
It is cold but I have cigarettes to smoke
Beyond the fence, a sigh drools casually
Outside suggests a young reign is ending
An old season dies
III
Today I am not afraid to stray from the house
Yes it is cold, but I have cigarettes to smoke
While my mind wanders atop roofs high
Outside it races my heartbeat
Like the sun chasing night
It is cold but hope holds up my sky
For If I sleep and gaze not on suns rise
I’d sooner forget
Nature doesn’t need me to survive.
For sienna and flesh hugs me as victim of flush
And “blood” can not capture this
Description only mammals can name
Categorizing sensation with word like “sublime”
To delicately frame the sunset’s limitless paint
Now to step one foot outside
It is cold yes
But today I have prepared
Cigarettes to soak up time
And when smoke,
Like youth
Foams forth from the estuary
Betwixt my tongue
I’ll go back inside
My self
However grotesque
Will know
Nothing of sublime.
Only true bliss.