Rebel

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Rebel

he want all the smoke
brown, raw tobacco hits unfiltered
let it marinade the lungs in bee stings
and cause the body contractions
akin to what a broken heart can bring

unconscious sutures cause suffering
as he sucks in the fire
the blaze numbs the pain
in the thick of the moment
he swims in the haze

blowing out Ooooo’s
like a clown at a party forming balloon animals
in front of a crowd…
it sits in the air like curdling milk on steroids
but when he’s done there’s no applause
just tarred buds left floating in an old mason jar

he use to run track
but now he won’t get far
he spent his twenties chasing after fast women
and stealing faster cars
with no home to go to
he traded in his future
to be a rebel without a cause

now he stares at a deafening blue sky
from be hide rusting copper bars
and to think it all started with
peer pressure, missing support and a cheap cigar

because he wanted all the smoke
brown, raw tobacco hits unfiltered
let it marinade the lungs in bee stings
and cause the body contractions
akin to what a broken heart can bring

 

Love Always, Esha ❤

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