SMOKE

 

Spindreled Spirals splaying gray
and toxic tendrils turning
this way and that way into the air
poky particles pocking pores
soiling scents slowly sashay
near, sticking, mocking, marking
me as miasmic, guttered,
gray

Gray like they,
the spindreled spirals

They won't let me lag away

No, they stay

Gray

 

---jrw 5:49am
12-31-96