smoke

getting high to deal with the low
starting a fire to fight the cold
strike a match and watch it glow
and then softly inhale the smoke
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the reflection
in the blank sheen
of the tv screen
is staring back at me
with empty eyes
full of hungry lies
trying to hypnotize
me back to sleep.
and through the haze
of midnight daze
the shadows blaze
at angry black sheep
and the sound of leaves
sigh through the trees
against an autumn breeze
while the night heave-hoes
through my window
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wind whistles and blows,
pulling at the taut tugging rope
of clouds as tall as mountains of smoke
and soft like billowing piles of gray pillows
dragging like boulders across the night sky
filling with silver light with the full moon behind