Late Night Cigarette

To encroach upon the midnight air and exist.
The cool press of the railing.
The wash of cars like surf.
The electric night condensed into tableau
By the slow drag of time.

Blackened lungs and strangled guts
As distant and incredible
As the first blush of an oriental dawn.

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