The Lights In My Eyes

My eyes are sore, they burn
But it isn’t my eyes
Battling rings of fire, is it?
My thoughts are singed, with
The ends of tobacco filled words
You know, the ones that
Flow as easily as the
Cigarette inhalation.
Just as poisonous
Sometimes longer lasting

-KJM

I lit up a cigarette tonight
And I smoked it
I breathed in poison, without effect

The poison of my mind is like
Acid to a tabletop, and so
The cigarette did nothing

-KJM