Lucky Cigarette (WIP)

We are
confined by the trappings of
a society that merchandises the dealing of death.

Each box a blessing and an
addiction. 19 and 1.
The lucky.

Your presence is felt even here;
your influence both subtle and profound.
Changing me, shaping me.
My lucky.

Like days. Gone too fast
and bringing us
closer to the end.
But enjoy! For
what would be the point?

My 20 to your 4
and a new day for each. The past
a reminder and influence
to change what we're not.

My thoughts escape me, 'cause
and effect. And I am stuck here.
The soft intake of
tainted air. A reprise.

While two and two is
for the better. I'll stick with one.

If my cough is louder than
my voice, I offer my
regrets. My throat is tired
from the laughter and tears.

So I whisper, "Dream big."
Simply, you return,
"Always do."

I fall harder. And luck
has nothing to do with it.