A piece of jewelry on a nude
Accentuates the nakedness,
Like the heavy smell of smoke on your jacket
Reminds us you are lonely.
Smoking in bowling alleys,
Coffee splashing against teeth
Like time-dried papyrus.
You breathe smoke into the receiver
With no one on the other end,
And you tap your cigarettes on the pool table,
Purposeful, thoughtful, fingertips chalky blue;
Quickening the onset of death.
originally appeared at Thieves Jargon