Rusted orange sticks to the moist mucus lining of my lips.
The outside cracks and bleeds
Salt blood mingles with harsh smoke.
Menthol cloud sits in the distance
Heavy mouth cools to you
Otis Redding reminds me why
Zombie orange glow crackles in the black,
A floating phantom fog pervades my spark
Fingers grasp roughly smooth paper roll
Sour smell lingers in my relaxed mind