11/30, 12/30

11/30

 Mischief Brew says:
"Coffee, God, and Cigarettes are all that I need just to break
this routine.
 Well fuck. Gods turned a blind eye.
And Im really missing a warm cup of diner muck and my
characteristic hacking cough.
These are novelty comforts that never grew old, and yet
only slow me down these days.

12/30

 I broke the rule.
"No addictions."
Running for days, the cig had been
by far the most gratifying.
Sitting on an abandoned porch in the woods somewhere north of
where you, the reader, are from,
I dragged and listened to a coyote yip in the distance.
No moans. No screams.
Just wind, coyote, and inhaling.
If this is what cliche sounds like,
I'm alright with it.