Piled ash on wood porch railings.
A joint that's stump is never failing.
It is still lit.
It is still wafting.
But, who's time will it be costing?
Streaming from the tip of a toke
were skunk striped lines of thick, black smoke.
Pinched between two fingers tight,
her manicure was impolite.
Injected, repeated verbiage.
Gnawing on the rabbit cage.
Endless attempts and wishful thinking.
Body weight forcibly sinking.
The ritual
of bite, chew, and swallow.
The habit
of rinse, and repeat
The nature of a new pet baby;
The lap dog of the labia.
A kitten wets a bed's new blankets.
A replaceable, dead goldfish.
Handcuffed to the radiator
of a warm winter home.
The structure fully populated,
yet you act all alone.
-Vivi
