Smoke Signal

Round through the small
town, we disguise ourselves

as Young and Beautiful,
looking for a fight.

Stir up the decay,
ivy taking over

my head and limbs,
can’t take my time…

Smoke cigarettes
to feel nostalgic

or to keep a weapon
close by when moon’s

gone–walking alone,
cutting through the night.

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