Air

24/3/2020

 Bring on the night
Spooning brandy wine like medicine
To deluge thoughts you won't project
The ones that hang like venom
Growing heavy in the air
If you breathe the same smoke 
Over and over
You'll stop calling it smoke
And you'll exhale carbon
To taste with your lungs

 

Does it sting when you swallow?
Belch
Purse your lips and blow
Don't you know
Water drowns hurricanes
And I might wake up with omens
For the flood at my fingertips
But you'll perish to your grave
With all the space that you asked for
And orchids on your corpse
To clear the air

 

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