PASSING BY

The sky stretches out endlessly
beyond the dusty orange hues
of A weary sun refusing to sleep
reluctant to fade into the looming clouds
and to rest behind majestic mountains
even as the slow tapping of the gentle rain
begins dripping upon the tattered tin roof
of the abandoned roadside fireworks booth
The fumes of diesel fuel fill the air
as the occasional truck passes by
I keep putting my thumb out A little too late
rubbing my rough sandpaper chin as I grin
sipping on my gin and gazing at the sky
alcohol burning pleasantly In my throat and mind
I smile at the sunset preparing to die
A swift strike of a match across my chin
One last cigar as I stare out from within
A glance at roman candles and bottle rockets
set out upon each separate shelf
as I take one final look at myself
The petrol pools around my feet
One fantastic final swig of gin
as I wave A weak hand at A car passing by
and at one final fantastic day passing by