The languor red hot
Calmness staid
Stretch on by the balm and spray
And splays you out along the way
And reaches up to pull me in
And leers with an evil grin
And boredom saps what's left
And spits you out an empty thing
Long corridors with moulded doors
Whose rooms are drowning in asbestos
Poison flowing from the rafters
Mud encrusted, eaves of iron
The morning's wasted I've betrayed it
Lying here intimidated
By the curves of midday shadows
Following the suns ellipse
How cigarettes move from hips to lips
Amber cherries, flowing fire
Exhalation: smoking hour
The languor bleaching calmness played
With morning sun, long summer days
The twining fullness, balm and spray
That spreads me out like wind touched hay
How cigarettes move from hips to lips
Amber cherries, flowing fire
Exhalation: smoking hour
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