Smoke Cleared Air

draped in its dewy undertones

the early afternoon asks nothing of us

no smoke & mirrors, no games played

jus smoke & clouds, fade in the shade

counterparts nowhere to be found

the earth in its early genesis

some zen monk would wish me well

this deep seated contentment in anything

peace found only in symphony of sound

drugs were always a topic of conversation

so was the condensation dripping off the roof

cigarettes a moment’s abiding sanctuary

guess this is the beginning of newfound celibacy

life is nothing without God. Most High.

the only way to be even a fraction of who He is

is to honor Him with every waking move

find me at the graveyard smoking, sipping coffee

odes to a billion things at once

she didn’t need much, jus a book & tea

i don’t need much

…jus coffee, smokes, music & decompression

i found God in music & an overcast day