yellow smoke

That yellow smoke is a faceless cloud
                                   fogging through your condemned apartment
The blinds are drawn
                                  the lights are on
I can picture your paranoid eyes
                            probably the size of silver dollars
Three broken down TV's 
                     with snapped off antennas
I can see you on hands and knees
     scowering that cancerous carpet
                 Amongst cigarette butts and rusty tools
                 Amongst car parts and scattered bug traps
Looking for another piece to burn
                                                       next to that chore boy
It's selfishness at it's simple and honest core
                        This is a man's soul, snapped off and broken down
                                          by man's most perfect drug
Your a melting ice sculpture in a live volcano
    Your two dogs snarling with bellies full of hot gun powder
A triple homicide with a full orchestra
          playing a squeaking ceiling fan symphony
                              screaming at the shattered moonbeams
Your self destruction is a poetry in motion
It's a hailing missile tribute to death and absurdity
You are a true shooting star that no one will ever see
             But I see it
                            I'll watch it fall the whole way down
What a beautiful living firework
                                        Exploding for only a few to witness

© 2008 Nathanial Drueke