1 cigarette poem

paradise in a past life

Time went gonzo & left me with my thumb out in crosstown traffic

the entire canvas of todays sun married to tomorrows prospects

laced with binary calculations

i remember after the big bang, it all went digital

& left us with static

they dressed it up & called it progress

i lost many friends in the latch key/heroin addicted suburbia

it spread like a movement

by movement i mean, we grew up so fast my head still spins

i left adolescence a lot lighter than i started

no direction & no direct link between myself

& the axis we spin on

i remember simpler days

a simple haze

backyard football games

like paradise in a past life