Dennis Fausz

A Smokers Delima

A cream colored blip melted in a glass tube.
A broken bic pen inhaling its precious poisonous fumes.
All my anxieties swirl away, as I stare into a bright orange and dull blue flame.

All of a sudden I know what to do.
A dozen choices and I know which one to choose.
No more depression, No more blues.
A couple more hits…..on my way to you--

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