I purchased you rolled and ready
To breath heavy, as I’ve never
leaned on smoke, in muggy alleys
The prude: let myself down gladly,
how fresh! To let yourself drift with
someone you’ve seen and refused
to know for so long.
Just one pack of Marlboro Reds
Burnt down in numbered fantasy:
Lumberjack pile, cowboy killers,
Overcast days, dangerous mist,
You rolled away deliciously,
Exhaled to night my thoughts unsaid,
Tar can smirch lungs but sky stains smoke,
You’re just one pack of Marlboro Red.