Twilight Nourishment

When’s the last time you ate a meal?
He ask’s,
As he observes your finger tips
quiver.

The nicotine rushes through your veins,
and you allocate your patio grill
as an ashtray
and nothing more.

Feed yourself with music.
Books.
New clothes.
Satisfied.

Gaze upon the city lights.
Inhale and feed yourself,
with a simple concoction of
gaseous oxygen, nitrogen, carbon.
All you need to survive is air.

You’re dying.
Your body knows it.
Quietly you think to yourself –
this is the life.

 

Ashes to Ashes.

Ashes.

Float away in the wind.

Love.

Deteriorates overnight.

Smoke.

Blows away in the air.

Feelings.

Were nothing but a fallacy. Doomed from the start.

Tar.

Builds up in your lungs. It makes you feel alive.

Promises.

Made with no intention of fulfillment.

Betrayal.

Is hard to understand.

When promises.

Never sounded so real.