Tonight I went outside to smoke a cigarette.
I went outside and was surprised I was alone.
I sat with the picnic table setting in to break.
And as I smoked I saw another moment that I won’t forget.
I slowly smoked my cigarette to wait for company.
I sat there and waited while I heard the passers drone
The words they uttered hit me with a quake
He repeated these words “it was my first time,” but I know it wasn’t that
He repeated himself “it was my first time, it was my first time.”
With stability at first he would walk where it shone
While he felt alone, it must have been a mistake.
And that’s a time that he did admit, it was it, whatever it was
A man on a longboard living in the shallow
He was oncoming with a man who went on his own
The other man was looking for place to stake
To sing to the energies he felt in this place
A story in the living that was only true
What it means if it means is a story of its own
The Almighty only knows what of this to make
Our imaginations blaze what we can’t erase
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