Waiting sharp and shiny on the forked end.
To stop thinking to the next good line. The
Darkness of the trek to your car was made
Even blacker by the blinding of the
Field lights through the choke of leaves in the trees.
Take off your God goggles and succumb to
The wispy lip of Mister Five O’clock’s
Geedunk van stalking neighborhood streets in
Search of unsuspecting children mostly
Reclaimed by a belief in a Christian life.
To understand a text. To believe that
You know the world. To understand that a
Cigar is just a cigar except when
It doesn’t jive well with your narrative.