Monday, July 7, 2008

Shitty BIC Cigarette Lighter

my finger tires
from flicking the flint
on my shitty impostor
of a BIC cigarette lighter
and just as I wish
my life was well lit
too my cigarette
as I sit here thinking
of the future and
adventure that looms
of travel next year
and the fear of what if
I don't get a job soon

I can't waste away
writing at the cafe
drinking my money
out of my pockets
and reading my eyes
from their sockets
something must change
but something's missing
dwindling funds persisting
days on the clock ticking
procrastination insisting
I just sit and wait
for a revelation to take
me to the insight
of what I want

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