Smoky Wars

Word Count: 112


Sleep time is for losers – I dream of hangovers

Morning after pills spilt with blood left over the

Mary margarita salt shaken not stirred

by a cool cat tango that’s whipped and then purrs.

Marty Scorcese tried to film here last night

But we told him to sack it, he had his last fight

with Mike Tyson, through the eighth round

pound for pound still the man of ground beef

lean and fatty, bite off your ear.
But like I said, I’m not one for fear

-- or nightmares. I don’t like ‘em both
Before you go to sleep you always take that toke -

Smoky wars waged in ghosts’ imagined notes.