I smoke at the moon

I smoke at the moon

from an unlit veranda

with penthouse sensations

in a second floor state

I set up my room

and paid my expenses

the rent won’t go cheaper,

like keys to the gate

With anger I bargain

my sophomore cast

at all my regrets 

in my future and past

my lieux de mémoire

where such eeriness looms

from an unlit veranda

I smoke at the moon