I step outside
For a smoke-
Whiskey lingers
On my lips
As the wind
Attempts
To drag me
Back to better
Days-
Before I crossed over
The edge-
I take a drag
& watch
The chipmunk flee
The ducks float around
On a nearby pond-
laughing at my struggle-
'Quack - Quack'
I take a long drag
Of my cigarette-
Exhale-
Then I run my hair
Along the spruce tree-
The Oracle-
Take another drag-
& I send smoke signals
As a neighbor
Squeezes out a constipated-
'HELLO.'
& Each time
He says hello
It's like my jeans are
Hitting the spot I cut
While shaving my scrotum-
Rupturing the wound-
I force a smile-
Wave to him
Take one more drag-
Then I put my
Cigarette out
& Retreat
To my so called
Home
Before
the whiskey
Comes back up on me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very honest, very insightful. you like Ginsberg by any chance?