Sleepless - Soul Coughing

So much time is cashed.

So much smoke is wasted.

Sudden disappearance

In the air is thick and cool.

I can’t approach myself

Skidding over this perdition

And now I’m out on the verandah

When I should have gone to school.

Well I call for sleep,

But sleep it won’t come to me.

Shuffling in the hallway,

I can hear him on the stairs.

I hear his lighter flicking.

I hear the soft sigh of his inhale.

And the whole width of my intentions

He exhales into the air.