So many wires going here and there
More than what is needed right now, but you want to be ready for the future
Oh I know it can get confusing, but that’s okay
Keep track of everything right up here in my big old brain
Except I forgot and now the smoke alarm is going off. Damn!
*a semi-fictitious tale. There was no smoke in my case. lol
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Fires roared through the house, consuming everything in their path
Leaving behind black charred remains of a lifetime together
All of those bits of the past turned to smoke as if an offering to a non-existent deity
Mumbling to himself, the former occupant of the home shuffled in his slippers down the street
Everyone would be worried about his dementia, but if he couldn’t have those memories, no one would.
Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy
As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts
Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more
Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.
Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above
And where it landed, flames erupted
Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward
Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness
Looking at all the items that were on the page
It was enough to make her depressed
So, she pulled out her lighter and flicked the switch
The smoke was her peace offering with herself
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Machine magician, doctor of octane studies, wrench whisperer
Every one of those titles match well with her engine grease pedicure
Changing the blown out head gasket of an Oldsmobile 442
Her wizardry breathed life back into that smoke belching dragon
And by the end it bent to her will, purring with all eight cylinders
Now ready to consume as much blacktop and gasoline as could be reached by the tip of the pedal
It was the masterful application of her sorcery and to celebrate its completion she pushed her mount to the max
Causing twin black streaks as evidence of her passing as she rode the beast into the distance
Flames soared up into the night sky, infusing the area with smoke
It lit up the other campers’ eyes and smiles as they witnessed
Reaching for her guitar, Mary began a new song of praise
Everyone was soon singing along as they shared all shared a spiritual spark
Tossing insults like darts and getting bullseyes
He smiled at the silent marks drinking their cheap whiskey from the bottle
Reaching for a cigarette, he lit it and blew smoke at them
Only there still wasn’t a peep. He closed his eyes and took another drag
Which is why he didn’t see the bottle fly into his nose
Begging for porky goodness
As he smelled the applewood smoke drifting in the air
Cliffy could practically taste it now
Of course, waiting for it to be done was the hardest part
Not to mention he had to hope his humans fed him some
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Pulsing flames lit the darkened street
Yielding billowing smoke into the night sky
Reaching for her cigarettes, Naveen smiled contently
Out in the distance, the wails of firetrucks helped her smile grow even larger
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