Dark clouds at dawn
beyond the ridgeline,
light rain upon the roof—
one white bullet hole
of light up canyon
looking down
searching for truth
while I drink coffee
craving a cigarette,
wanting to inhale
the damp morning
into my flesh
mixed with smoke
to spin my head
one more time.
Too old to be cool,
I chew
Nicorette instead.
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