I smoke my lungs
And I smoke my mind
I smoke my soul
And wonder what God will find
In the ashes of my body
Maybe just little bones
Will he find my spark
And the thing that called me home?
And I
I smoke to you
I cloud my mind
Man is just an animal
A pain in my side
Why do I care for this beast
If it lives or if it dies?
Why does it torment me so
When in the night it cries?
I am smoke and you
Are a solid thing
Can I encompass you
Can you breathe me in?
Is love just a tumor?
A cancer that can hide
All of the emptiness
That God has left inside?
I smoke my body
Like a salmon on the grill
Will anyone mourn me?
Taste me, I know they will!
What is the flavor
I’m glad that God has died
I’m glad I twisted that knife
When I kissed him last night
I smoke my lungs
And I smoke my mind
I’m surprised he didn’t kill me
After what I said and I
But here I am alive
A living blasphemy
And your body tastes like honey
And I welcome the bees that sting
My lips
My tender parts
My imagination
My bleeding heart
My bleeding bowels
My swollen ass
I’ll sink down into hell
Where at least I know they dance!