When you exhale Marlboro red smoke
In my memory, I’m reminded of
How much was cloaked between us
We fogged the years with tequila and towers of music
Fine blue looping script between the lines
Was more of a plan than an action
I’m not sure which glow is the cherry of your cigarette,
Which the glow of your brake lights
Rolling down the long, sooty slope of
An Angeles mountain
I want a red
And one more night
Goddamit
When you exhale.
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