Maybe...

Cigarettes Burn

It's too bad that you don't know
Well, too bad, too good
The mark
And how it's empty
But full
And how it stings
And screams for more
And wants and waits
For another dab
Another stab
Of release
Or freedom
Or slavery 

For just one more

If it lingers 

While it fades
And how it bubbles and grays
It goes black 

And white and pink
And all these colors
That lie inside 

Like lies inside
This ring, this circle, this hole
Like pits of hell
Awake in hell
And each time sleep sets in well,

It's too bad, too good,
That you don't know
Like I know

Like I said "No"
How much good can come

From an ember
That ashes out
What's all remembered
As I brush away
These flakes of fire

And smoke from liars

To rub the sin 

To out from in
With a cigarette burn on skin.

The Scrivener

I've just been silent
For so long

I'd forgotten

That I can craft a simple statement 

Into something
Like a song

And bid the wind
To dance in your ears

As I craft you a tale

Of what it must
Be like to be strong

Sweet and sincere, 

The words tumble down

Around you

And you can sleep

In the comfort of a thousand
Soft syllables

Cradling your closing
Eyes, kissing each

With warm, delicate whispers

Musing of what could be

Rising

All at once and not without the same un-dramatic trappings my life had grown accustomed to, I was alone. Not, I supposed, palpably, for there were scores of names I knew and faces and shells and spirits all around me. Well wishers full of self supportive statements, mournful hollows and husks of individuals breathing in and out, feeling every bit of nothing like happiness but, in my head and in my heart. There where I’d spent so much time placating my dreams and fashioning the lives I planned to live; on sparkling sandy beaches or in shimmering sky scrapers or quaint obscure towns, down to the tiniest blades of grass, or thin crooked streams, babbling and cold, that ran behind the dark, cool and comfortable homes I had constructed for my gratifyingly child free futures, was where all my insignificance came to fester.