Smoke

Smoking the boys out, like lizards emerging from a tunnel, like passing a herb wrapped in a effigy of intent around a circle, like travelling around a group and floating away, like being a dancer like being alive like being alive even when I bring a death of something 


Smoke like a warning, smoke like not a warning, you know like smoke like what’s brother cooking out there or what’s my great great grandmother trying to tell me from the mountainside, more like smoke like an alert that fills up the nose and wraps around the moss covered sticks in my pocket that i’ll look at in a pondering moment and wonder how to ignite a spark, like smoke that comes from a fixed source maybe and decided to strip tease the atmosphere


I guess, in some sense it’s nice that Air lets me do as I need. I’ll hand that to him. But God does he preach. Could at least make me a coffee before he starts. Oh coffee, how beautiful I look as I come off you. I love how you allow me to carry your scent along the room too, flooding the nasal pores of anyone I meet. Unless it’s a dog - too strong for them. I wish I spent more time with coffee. He and I would make a great item. As soon as I meet him I’ve got to leave him. I wonder if he wants me to stay a little longer - I don’t enjoy that though. That usually ends up with me

Smoke