my friend,
smoke your spatial cigarette
suck that shit deep
and blow that shit hard
into the faces of rushing dogs
that yelp above the din
and paw deep into the earth
catching the trains and wanting
these doggone pains for as long as ever.
roll smooth that shit, man
roll that shit good
and share some of your best spit.
to a timeless hell you curse the dogs
because my friend,
you are one existentialist son of a bitch
with deep lungs
who sleeps deep
and finds no end to the smoking
the sucking and puffing
into the faces of racing dogs,
your spatial cigarette lights on for as long lasts
the snap of one eternity.