Smoker 48

Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.

Years from now
Learned your how
Come home, door greet: "meow!"

Not the one
That was as fun
More like a "the key tray is for your gun

Too."  Ahem.  How was your day?
Mhm, uh-hunh, okay.
Good on you.  I am too tired to play.

Single file
Down the aisle
Until you meet your match.

"It's in your head"
Perception's bed
Moth wings on walls, pinned spread.

Where do they go
Rejects row
Moonrise fast, sun rises slow

When viewed from the bottom of a well.
Inhale fast.  Exhale.  Time bled away in spell.
Gray ruins and rune map evaporate
into the evening wind,
Where I am buried, I can never tell.