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
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
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On Thursday, January 16, 2014, WillowGreybird
(23) wrote:
Hm....I do believe this one is my favorite. Just a thought...
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A former member wrote:
Awesome work man. Love it.