my last cigarette

thirty million embers all burn down into my thumbeach and every onethrough my teeth and past my heart into my lung

one beer two beer three beers fouri might as well have bought myself a six pack of coors

light is rare inside my marble palaceyou came, you went,you came and went.

and each and every time you molded me a pallid waxy chaliceyou came, you went,you came and went.

now there is enough leftover wax to mold a wick light a path,evacuate my musty hole and relieve my chafing assyour work it sheds me light, so I grasp it like a sailor who never learned his basic math

god bless you my darling, we've our whole lives aheadlight and dark, a world apart and in between our bedsand when the barmaid asks me, "how many more required to forget?"just one more beer will do for me, thanks, I'm all out of cigarettes