Sunshine and cigarette smoke
amalgamate
a new wave algorithm
that sums up the random equation
of divided light that pulses
through my bloody lungs

Each puff from the source
counterbalances the wellspring of life
with a dancing shutter step
toward the eventual yawning grave

I won’t hesitate
in the violent moves made
against this flesh and bone
because ash to ash
is the condition that my sights
have been set on all along
and I came here
to roam across this firmament
not only to stay warm
but to have a little fun
and get my kicks
while playing out the process

Nicotine is a laser bullet
howling through the lit up sky
to dangle as the ripest fruit
that kisses the apple of my blackened eye
and so I won’t cry
nor shed a sad lament
when the dust to dust
does what it must
while singing the last…