gypsy sorrow 

forget tomorrow 

it’s a memory soon too forget 

no regrets 

like yesterday 

my last cigarette 

i requested standing in front 

of the firing squad firing up my zippo one last time 

and ripping my blindfold off 

defiantly fascinated by early morning sun teasing edges of leaves and flowers 

a lapis lazuli butterfly patiently flapping its wings 

in slow motion calmly counting 

to eternity 

i inhaled the smoke deep as i could 

blew a few smoke rings 

took another deep drag fast as i could so hungry 

for the hit 

and the nicotine shiver 

i was hoping 

i was 

that zen master dreaming 

he was a butterfly or was a butterfly dreaming 

he was a zen master smoking a cigarette in front of the firing squad whispering 

a prayer to Dostoevsky.