Smoker 60

There is a house on a hill
the sun sets south by south
west, catching the asphalt
patches.

If you visit
the horizon
someone will die.

Kiss, wink, survive.

Sloppy seconds and time travel.

Forgive and forget.  Learn new ways toward passion.

If each second can eat a second off,
I am game.  I want to
light a cigarette at the viewing
just to smoke indoors.
A step back
from kicking the coffin off
its stand.

It will be hilarious.