Midnight Marlboro

Marlboro’s midnight magic, meandering mist, escapes my lips

Cherry lipstick stains the rim of my chilled, whiskey sour twist

Faded, tear-stained letters lay on the floor, torn up as I am

I should be getting better, but I just don’t give a damn

The years have marked my skin — Like a leopard, wears its spots

A car veering off a…