my mind has produced
abstract thoughts,
and I can hardly keep up
with the tangles and knots;
my abstract thoughts
give me a smoke,
a long time of sober
I would have broke,
and my abstract thoughts
swallow my pills,
and I experience
such abstract thrills;
my thoughts have ceased
to surprise me
and I no longer fear
my abstract thoughts,
but rather,
they are becoming
reality
Dan glanced over at the cigarette pack on his bedside table.
