last cigarette

i just stood next to
the fence
smoking
the days last cigarette
as the neighbor dog threw
itself
at the fence’s
backside
snarling
slobbering
the affront of this
bald stranger
daring to encroach the
sacred territory
the acrid smoke
in the already fucking
hot air
the constant creak of the
fence boards
as the idiot slammed

again again again again

i just want it all to be
over
the everythingness
of it all
the sullen wet blanket
that seems to
have grown moldy as
it compresses the world
i can’t

breathe

the grass has grown over
my somehow
barefeet
as the splinters
lacerate
my somehow
naked torso
the bared fangs and
fetid shit breath of the
inbred mongrel on my
bare skin
the lights of the
helicopter above
the sirens slowly growing
closer
the blood on my skin

the blood?

the blood
sticky under the yellow
(sulphur
hell
brimstone) light
that is shining into the
blackhole that rests
directly
behind my third eye
so i flick the butt and
bark
at the dog head
sticking out of the broken
fence

unable to recognize
hinged from
where i am at this very

moment

i miss drugs

i miss whole sections of
time

i miss steady
even keel

i miss the last cigarette of the
day
already

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