Thursday, November 17, 2011

cigarette rhymes I

dreams of bathing in a tub of cancerous brains
ask me questions with your scalpel in my skull
i'll still be awake
yes i can feel my legs
carve my initials in blackened membrane
"i have a daughter who needs me
to be ok"
death came too early anyway

"are you at peace and did your hair grow
back" i would ask
maybe you'd laugh
obsessive compulsions with our hair
one of the small things we shared
another question before i wake
"am i doomed to your same fate
running rampant in the family
am i too late"

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