Cheap Cigars (the perfect cut)

By Dejected_Worth




Tonight's preambled randevous

Intwined with Laced inuendo (some say triste defections)

We passed in greeting. Amazed by the distance

as we gorged ourselves on half-baked theorys of life,

And what it means to LIVE



Are you listening.......

Is all this Screaming for nothing?



Good conversation is a constant and perpetual feat

(three things) Humidity, Temperature, And the



PERFECT CUT



I remember HER Lying beside me

Midnight in a dependant town

Her hands tracing the Scar down a thin pale wrist

"Is This one Mine?"



Toninght in the glow of gerenator fed lighting

I recall the story for 'one who couldn't know'

"that's deep shit man" He exhales The knock-off Cuban

Into a cloud of Heavy hearted words.... A constant reminder

HUMIDITY, TEMPERATURE , AND THE



PERFECT CUT



And I remembered you Laughing in the veil of tear stained mastery

"The cut was for you, But the scar is mine"



We parted as the cloud of grey faded into the open night sky, but

I knew it true that night in the stench of a cheap cigar

It all breaks down to conversation. The one you love. And...



THE PERFECT CUT



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© 2008 James Craven
Published on Sunday, November 30, 2008.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"
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Comments on "Cheap Cigars (the perfect cut)"

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  • A former member wrote: This one rings with a crucial honesty that can't be ignored. Chilling in its tone and mood

  • WillowGreybird On Thursday, January 16, 2014, WillowGreybird (23)By person wrote:

    Hm....I do believe this one is my favorite. Just a thought...

  • A former member wrote: Awesome work man. Love it.


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