Feel sorry for
lip moisture and centimeters dividing the flame
from a choice of chapstick and good taste
further divided by poor tastes in women and
sympathy for devils and multiply by
factorials
reasons why the two are close friends and no
closer than the black hole of an ashtray and
favors continually one upping, sparking
no sideways glances when
the butt going ash up
finds its way toward the next in line.
What I was waiting for all years - in small minutes.
