he lit another
cigarette
off the corpse
of the last
letting out a cloud
of blue smoke
that danced
in the cool rainy air
followed by
a tremendous cough
that rattled
like thunder
and looked me
in the eye
as he spat
onto the wet concrete
and said:
each one of these
is a fuck
i don’t have
to give
i just nodded
finding no fault in
his logic
as i continued on
into my own
darkness
…”I just nodded”….that whole last piece….I reread that and the whole poem over a number of times,it read like a perfect human dance of understanding ,a surrender of sorts
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the soft surrender of the damned and dying.
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