cigarette smoke.

ice cold

your hands are
warmer than
the sun and
your eyes are
colder than
space
this will never
get you far
and you will
never
be done,
trying to save
face
on this miserable
little planet
with this
miserable
little race.

this will all
be for nothing
just like if
all was made
of gold
if the sand was made
of silver coins
and your eyes
weren't
ice cold.

that is the
story
yes,
that is how
it goes.