The Cigarette's Dry

A puff through the tonsils As i lay here thinking A gasp for air Off goes my mind Where might you be? Down the alley with dignified whores Or married and burdened with homely chores? A smoke full of emptiness, I inhale It clouds my mind Clasps my hearts What might you think? That I finally jumped over your little wall? Or do I even strike you? Vividly? At all? And as the cigarette burns Coherent to my breath My lungs fill, My heart somersaults Once more it beats In the rhythm you showed Petrified, smoke harder I try But, like you, babe, the cigarette's dry