I SWALLOW THIS TAR MY TONGUE SCREAMS INTO THE OBLIVION FOR HELP
THEY CANT SEND THE SMOKE SIGNAL HIGH ENOUGH,
THIS HEAVINESS IS AN OLD FRIEND AND I WISHED THEY WERE JUST AN
ACQUAINTANCE
        THEY’RE NOT ANYMORE THEY’RE NOT ANYMORE THEY CAN’T BE NOT
        NOW NOT EVER AGAIN THIS SITS ON MY SHOULDERS LIKE MORAL
        OBLIGATIONS AND I WATCH THE TV AND THE NICOTINE STAINS ON THE
        WALL
IN WHICH I USED TO THINK WAS COFFEE
        THE YELLOW TACKINESS MAKES THE PICTURE HAVE MORE DEPTH, I
         WOULD DESCRIBE MORE OF THE SCENERY BUT DULLNESS IS EASIER TO
         BE LEFT UP TO THE IMAGINATION AND SOMEHOW I CONSIDER THAT
I CONSIDER GOING INTO THE KITCHEN KNOCKING ON THE CABINETS AND
ASKING THEM IF THEY POSSIBLY HAVE ANY OVER THE COUNTER MEDICINE
TO EASE THIS EMPTINESS IN MY STOMACH BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE STARTING
TO THINK I’M SWISS CHEESE EVEN THOUGH THESE PEOPLE ARE LACTOSE
INTOLERANT AND I WONDER IF THAT’S WHY I ENJOY MILK SO MUCH