Smoke

You see...
I'm
just smoking
TOO MUCH
All the smoke's
risin'
And paintin'
a picture on the ceiling
See...
I'm gonna
take a walk
over there
Because
somebody's
comin' out of
all the smoke
and the stories
they tell me...
of Indian weddins'
and Frozen Daiquiris
It could make
your head
spin
just thinkin'
about it...
all wrapped up
in there
Chasing Volkswagons
in the eternal sunset
PLEASE
PLEASE!
Just
step out of it
long enough
to let the air
clear
and clean
all the highways
leadin'
away into
the smoke

Todd Amodeo


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