god is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.

i woke up this morning on a third story balcony,
of the european style, you know the kind that isn't
really big enough for one person to stand on
let alone trying to squeeze three people on it.
i lit my cigarette and looked out to the street.
ashed and watched it float thirty feet to the ground.
no ashes in cobwebs but a light snow of grey and white and black.
i'm down to twenty dollars in my wallet and i need a job real bad.
literally 20 dollars is all the more i have to my name.
more job apps today.
i'm gonna start rolling cigarettes again.

shit's weak.

altogether im in a pretty good mood though.