god I love those mornings stroked with cigarette romances, the filthy sage illusions throwing praise beneath fluorescents where a sunrise comes in wired white and grey to pay the frail walls attention. I live for the disheveled furrows filtering and sifting every thinning whisper of its oxygen to snub the pilot light, for cottled shrines erected in the tangled, dusty corners where the wainscott strips to show a little skin for grasping eyes.

And they’re burlesque indeed, those tantalizing fuses whose opacity expires on a breeze of words too comfortable to argue but too fatalist to hear, to hear again tomorrow when I wake up with the smoke against my tongue and slowly realize the dream is up in flames.

#Vancouver #Washington

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