Nicotine High and Headache

a calm brain drinks deeply
of filtered smoke spiced sweetly
loses the time
talks in rhyme
though it don't hold conversation
memories hold back
cloudy eyes roll back
to look and feel
slowly peel
now from then and then.
weary but fine
resting for sleep
holding off the line
that means another week
buzzing to a new headache.

Agone

heat
sleep
burning eyes and burning mind
fumbling pens following inner voices
the tingle, the pressure
and that old settling
History can come knocking now
with Dreams, his entertainer
if, that is,
they find the brain is working.
the triplets, Madness, Badness, and Sadness
have all gone home now
this world being too slow for them.
a sock
a book and a cup
the world can revolve around these now
the sun having distant affairs
and nature's Law having better things to do
one isn't lonely
who isn't with himself.

Agone, Alone, and Someone
Agone, Alone, and Someone lived in a hungry house
Agone wasn't there
and Alone knew where
cause Someone let him out.