Blue Moon

70) New Experiences

i get to watch:

you, unwrapping picking rolling

crumpled green packet

in your bottom pocket

i spot; wonder

what does it taste like

what does it feel like

you line it up on the paper,

roll it up tight -- breathe in

click of the lighter, hand cupped

light up, ember glow in the dark

puff of smoke in the winter air

and i inhale from beside,

tasting it on the side lines

and letting it scratch my throat

and graze my lungs.

whilst we wait for the bus,

and i hold your hand,

leaning into your coat

breathing in your perfume

cigarette tinted air.

we sit in the park.

there's someone sleeping on a bench

and children are chasing pigeons,

westie wanders through the grass

and again you light up,

and i get to watch, we sip coke.

there's ash on my jeans, it is cool outside

 and i wish i had something to say

because the air is thickened with my ebbing sadness

and yours - which is somewhere hopefully on a good track,

i don't have anything to say other than i wish i could stay longer.

my friends and i

stand out in the dark

and the sky is starry eyed

radio mast glows red

like a cigarette: "giant fag in the sky"

so i take it from the blue night,

and i poise it between my fingers;

take a puff and watch the embers glow in the dark

pass it round, laugh, someone coughs

and i try the pipe too, sour and ashy,

watching us all breathing in the smoke

(9th March 2014)