Length of Locks grown long and strong!
or shorn in battle with corporate whores
silhouettes shadow what life has become
reflected in mirror of what was once before
Memories wild laughter touch of snow tips along edges of crown
coffee scented after hours off La Tijera and Ro-Day-O
signposts testifying poetry and menthols
Old friends reunited
I'd risk cancer for a taste of your lips!
stroll up, say hi
sip death stick from in between your fingertips
Inhale your scent
knowing you'd be the death of me
blind you with my audacity
gaze into your eyes
It'd be cool you'd smile
cause i would seize the moment
before either one of us came to our senses
or at least before you lit another one!
It still Sux!
Bush, Presidency, ha ha ha, eight years in!
Be Mindful! Be Careful! Be Prayerful!