snow falls on
the rooftop,
flakes of dandruff
looking for a home,
cigarette ash falls
from my burning life.
too much too much
I put out the cigarette
and watch the smoke
rise silently
into the air.
Notes
A short poem from the mid-late 1980’s that I came across while digitizing my old shit. I am now up to the F’s in digitizing my poetry!
Written: mid-late 1980’s