...he looked over the edge...into infinity...and there in front of him was what he'd been searching for...a peanut butter sandwich...with jelly...he knew the search would continue until he found...milk.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Conversational Smoking

Conversational smoking

Slow draws from the stick

Talking points sharpened

And served up in a riff

Smoldering oral fixations

Tenderly caress

White smoke creations

From wanton lips

Conversational smoking

A verbal intercourse

Glowing red cherries

Are evenings smoky source

Friends exhaling clouds

Of smoke and words

Through parted lips

Drift facts obscured

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