Wednesday, September 5, 2012


I' m a classic example of a junkie poet- 
'Bungled and botched'  
Aesthetic 
Obsessive 
Compulsive 
Neurotic  
Gin and tonic -
My heart tells me not to smoke ,but my mind wins-
Wow,even  through the insulation of rubber and fur -
Plus a pair of white cotton socks and my toes are still cold-
Pea coat  on , collar up , go downstairs to smoke my cigarette -
This life , this is like a movie or a dream -

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