Melons

A cigarette

leaves a funny taste in my mouth

especially when

cold air

touches my teeth

and I assume

someone is following me

A righteous pile of

melons

sits in my wake

and

almost trips me up

What a sly dog

you have been to me

 time

passing with no faults

and so fast

you know

where my buttons are

you know

how to make me start up

again

Please make me

start up

again

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