The universe is a wonderful thing.
From my bed,
looking back,
I can't believe all the people
I saw tonight,
all the cigarettes I smoked tonight.
And from what?
If I remember clearly
and I had to choose one thing,
it was the smell.
Riding home.
Hands off the bars,
and the curious smell
of burnt wood,
like an old camp bonfire.
Something I remember from long ago.
(like this shirt, it's damn near six years old)
