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.