Grunge poesy

The cherry burns red hot

while the blurry cigarette selfie develops.

I found myself alone,

in a lonely parking lot around 2:51am.

It was raining and I couldn’t tell if I was crying or if the rain falling on me was disguising itself as tear drops,

either way the salt water wasn’t enough to put out the menthol muse as I drug her through my body once more before riding out to the sound of sad soul music.

As the poet Bobby Womack once said

“If you think you’re lonely now,

wait until tonight..”

nocturnal messeges like these written all over my face as I stare into the mirror in a quick stop bathroom. The bags under my eyes carry all of my bottled emotions,

the things that keep me up at night.

Sending little messages in capsules to my mind to remind it to think happy thoughts