Cali Sober
my cigarette shrouds me in smoke
i am still a mystery to myself i
take melancholy like drugs there’s
such a grim beauty in the city with
flowers making war through the
fences and the city has withdrawn.
what depression when the dispensaries
are open until eleven my feelings
get wistful as i mourn my sobriety
but i’m cali sober and who wants to
be gloomy when the world bursts
with psychedelic color and god’s
design calculates every swirl and
eddy of my cigarette smoke simultaneous
with all others in this infinite moment.
5/31/23, Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet
Copyright © Sydney Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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