Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Heroin and a Good Friend

"Don't die" your voice comes to me sweetly
"Don't die" now more of a pleading order
I am letting go of consciousness, but aware
You light my cigar, touch my face
I am floating above the death scene
"For fuck sake, bro..." I take my cigar
I see your hidden tears
Mexican smoke billows
I am annoyed, you are relieved
The women are kitchenbound, unaware