someone else keeps smokin’ my cigarettes

it
is day 11
and I keep
spitting
what remains of the smoke damage
from my soft,
round lungs ..

out into a crab and shrimp tub,
out
of this mouth,
out of the stink,
ring around the plastic collar,
out of here

and
my head still swims
with new smells,
my fingers are a bit sore ..

though,
the rock and roll is here,
break ups with lovers,
the coffee at 8PM,
the kids that keep the world alive,
the adults that don't
and
when
the
talk of what is going on,
I spit up war,
the talk of war,
more
war,
one against the other,
eating bombs,
shitting plutonium
and
none of us will be here to see what it's like
cause us humans
are
real good a simultaneously
doing
it
to ourselves ..

we will all hit the
red button
at
the
same time,
all the great leaders will get the great satisfaction
as
one of the greatest experiments I have
read on a text book
will come to an end,
me
the
book
you
this pile
of vowels and consonants
everything
except the satellites

and
that
one firkin' gold
record

in
zero gravity
goin'
goin'
goin'
farther
and
farther
and
farther
away

from
this
little experiment
bound

to go
much
much
much
worse ..