smoke constantly
to pass time
in this bubble
over-thinking
analyzing
pointless
wasted time all wasted
for a few lines
here and there
some realization
i would otherwise
forget or suppress
if heroin were easily accessible
might i have attempted
some silly crusade
and become a creation of fire?
the supernova
ohh'd and ahh'd
into the atmosphere
a sulfuric apocalyptic
portrayal
with bottle rockets
in an abandoned field
perhaps a sparkler
fading
a temporary tattoo
on the night sky...
it's that fast
within time's
inconceivable reach.
...flashes of pleasure in the darkness...
...chemicals interacting...
...energy displacing...
...atoms colliding...
like cells
dragged through a film reel
it goes.
Floyd Crenshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/24-1/
