by Matthew Kenneth Kosak
Perhaps I am craving you because I knew you in the future
That hot cigarette dangling wet in my lips, calling to breathe in (for a breath from the beyond)
through the tiny glowing chars
(just as) I am addicted to the waking of the night
From a sky of rusty porcelain.
And places that introduce themselves each time
I open my eyes
I fill a lung with the hot desert air
Where it will transport me , off the deck and into the abyss.
© Copyright 2012 by Matthew Kenneth Kosak