Wednesday, March 11, 2009

the James Dean dream


i tell you not to smoke those cigarettes

(look like a young James Dean,

sun setting on your back,

dim glow of the tip warming the black ahead).

but who am i to disagree

when i make killer life choices everyday.

Deep breath in, blow the stress away.

Stop those fragile hands from shaking,

forefinger and thumb holding

your small piece of calm.

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