My smokey dream.
A monochrome drawn backdrop.
Wayward ideas filter
through the formations
of Dunhill clouds.
The worn pages stained
with VSOP.
My heart pours parallel
to the pungent elixir
now dancing inside of me.
The inspirations here
within these smoke stained walls.
Shimmering off the
splintered floorboards.
The darkness paints the light
so perfectly.
My world now,
Within a clenched fist.
I'll die for this moment
in total relaxation,
within the confines of my
dirty paradox.
