fancy that, even stars can burn ugly

my pointer finger

has turned yellow

from smoking

in bed

all day long

i have no concern

for the weather

that's coming

or the weather

that's past

the rush of winter

closing in on

huddled figures

outside Perkins

freezing themselves

to death slowly

sucking on

smoke 

my teeth 

turn yellow daily

from bubbles

and ash

staining my

corrected canvas

leather is the 

textile of death

the walls grow

ornery and stink

dogs pee on the

floor when they are

happy dogs pee 

on the floor 

when they are sad

i am much the same way

always pissing on the floor

letting a trail follow me

the same color

as my pointer finger

a telltale sign of selfmurder

a calling card for cancer

my seal of selfworth