Number 18

Woke to a cigarette burning in Tel Aviv
Wandered through destruction,
Deflected despair from my back
To find madness growing on a windowsill in Tel Aviv

By bus, by train
Dodging without restraint,
a deranged lonliness
Whose eyes, bleary - fogged by time -
Chased us into the night

Sleep to dream gypsies singing in old stairwells
Sleep to dream of a bedroom on an elevator cable

Wake to rage...
And a cigarette burning in Tel Aviv

The breeze, one of manipulation...
Twisting of truths
Dampening of light

Oxygen replaced by nicotine;
Love defined by wick'd smiles and wretch'd sighs

Tattered buildings house minds in shambles
Bathed in cigarette ashes
Swaddled in mold

Lost, i found
a number 18 on an unfamiliar street
Leopard-print landmarks
Fruit stands galore

Lost...we found... and lost again
To rest, we wrestl'd a dream of smoldering madness

And...
Woke to a cigarette burning in Tel Aviv