The Moon, The Stars & A Pack of Marlboro Menthol Light.

The smoke dances upon my lips.
The air fills my lungs.
I look up at the night sky.
I’m alright.

The stars are bright,
My thoughts race through my mind.
I take a puff.
I’m alright.

The moon is huge,
The brain consumes,
I take a puff.
I’m alright.

Memories flood,
My heart begins to fall,
I hold back, take a puff,
And I’m alright.

One by one,
The thoughts begin to fade.
The moon, the stars, and a newly lit cigarette.
I’m doing okay.



The thought of two,
Now becomes one,
A smoke in my hand
And then there were none.

The moon, the stars, the sky
And my new pack of Marlboro menthol lights.

The ashes fade.
I am given a brief release.
I take a puff.
I’m okay.

The cigarette burns.
The ashes fall.
The memories fade.
I’m doing okay.

The thoughts lose me.
The time flys away.
The cigarettes burn.
But I’m doing okay.

Nothing left to say.
I suppose I’m doing fine.
The moon, the stars, the sky,
Me and my half smoked pack of Marlboro menthol lights.