you smoked merit cigarettes, gpc, now pall mall
nicotine sweat stained sheets, a soft jersey sea
folded waves green, a failed marriage wedding gift
i think the house is full of the lot, of crispy flowers
faded and decaying, maybe they were fake
a fire mantle alter praising your past mistakes.
it's the spritz and fizz of cold coke cans but
later then, generic 2 liters diet and caffeine free
its clinks of ice in the same glass mug
brim greasy and discolored in semi-circle kiss
your lips aligned as you drink handle in right hand
unsettled and changing just illusion of chaos
you always been my stability.
