porch, further
| April 30th, 2006i like thinking when
i smoke
and smoking with i’m
thinking about death
and our place in this world
that transgression
a passing out of all
our memories
transcending beyond a
blink out
holding together a feeling of
some universal truth
an idea of everything
in a nutshell
beyond our naive understanding
a fading into what we are
and nothing to show for it
no need for a show
but losing it all?
being without you
or these moments
pleasant memories in the
ether of this everyday?
it makes me ache
this loss of all we are