Vaping

I suck hard on the

Rubbery plastic tip.

Empty my nostrils of

Air. Deplete the cartridge 

Of its white misty smoke.

 

The room is dark but night’s

Iridescent light gives the blinds

A silvery amber glow. 

 

The branches and leaves of

Trees outside, leave an

Indelible half baked silhouette 

On the tightly fitting virticles.

 

The clock on the wall speaks

To the television speaker heard  
Muffling away to the deaf

Woman next door.These walls

Are membrane thin, and breathe

Like lungs saturated with tar; 

 

As I suck, as I inhale, as

I indulge my secret passion.

The tip of the pen like stick, glows

A luminous emerald green;

A radiance of light grows like

A green forrest on the bland

Wallpaper; stretches like

Elastic over the bespoke

Filagree radiator cover.

 

For a moment the ornaments 

Of brass fish, scented candles

And mercurial manicured

Crosses resurrect to life;

Then die again to darkness.

The mirror catches the glow

Of the green bulb and creates

A seething tiger’s eye.

The glass chamber I hold

Becomes a firey crack pipe;

Has the brilliance of 

A lab technician’s muse.

 

I can’t get enough of the stuff

To fill my wheezy chest.
Then ahhh exhal and the

Indescribable sensation u get

When ur mouth fills with chemicals.
A blue smoke cloud lifts the

Room, and I start the

Process all over again.