The Toughest Four Letter Word Poem by Charles Malcolm

The red light
has stopped winking at me
through the windshield.
Must be dead.
I draw smoke through the filter
so hard that the cigarette implodes
as I stare at another thing
that I've put off.
I drop the crutch
and crush the tip
with my first new pair of boots
in over three years.
Thirty nine shameful dollars
spent slightly more well than the others.
It's Wednesday, though,
and things don't matter on Wednesday.
My bottle is half full
and the gas station sells fried chicken.
Disposable E-cigarettes too.
I should buy one
so I don't have to stand here
and stare at another thing
that I've put off.