Seven a.m.

Eyes open

fumbling hands

reaching out

grabbing that tray of

discarded ash

A spark

A flickering flame

And smoke rolls

filling and unfurling

Breathing..toxic fumes

Deep breaths in the dark

Cherry burning bright

As I turn on the light

So damn bright

And my self

staring back across the room

Glaring and groggy

...melancholy...

Five PM

Grey's Anatomy and

Cigarrettes

Until nine PM

And then

I smile and wave Hello

to passing strangers

Serve them their dinners

and listen intently

to their lies

Cause we're all just here

to pass some time

Four AM

Wasted laughter...

Echoes

through a half empty store

Shades of brown

and I break a smile

As they're asking me

those same old lines

Blushing

As if in suprise

But I know their lies

So I cover up that grimace

I must politely hide

Loose change and dollar tips

yeah I have enough for cigarrettes

Cause ya know I'll need another hit

when that sun rises, graceful dawn

Eyes are red as I meet the sun

Knees are aching, hands are burnt

Contemplating how much I'm worth

As every one walks in and stares at me

like a beautiful object, not a person

that breathes

And some times I just want to scream

I have a brain and I see right through

Every single one of you, telling your lies

and your truths

Sleep deprived and over worked

too many scars, too much hurt

I see their faces, smiles and frowns

sarcastic grins, near and far towns

Some wait around, thirsty for conversation

Some rush away, others spit rude accusations