Away with the sharks and the needles of your mind
never have things been so good.
Throw away the lingering trace of events and conversations
bury yourself in the warm earth of moment.
Sometimes all I need
is to be acknowledged .
Every now and then
all it takes is kindness.
Just to make me feel
like I’m worthwhile.
I remember tripping once, in my dark room, in my small bed.
I remember seeing in my minds eye, a memory of an event from earlier that day.
A person I used to know had offered me a straight cigarette,
while we conversed about the price of turntables and the availability of substances.
My thoughts from this night wandered into context.
And he was the devil and I was signing my soul away for this cigarette.
I still smoke cigarettes.
Emerge, walk, learn, teach, die.