I Spit (Original Poem)

I spit & I smoke cigarettes

Thinkin maybe , maybe, this is it

This is shit

Thinkin maybe, I should start, writing poetry, again.

Just to get this shit out of my head.

I'm stealing peoples rhythms, filling  schisms.

Shakings more just a state of mind,

I feel like I'm losing time. 

I feel like I'm doing fine.  

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I mean I'm doing fine.

Food is overated, I'm feeling faded.

Can't escape this heat, feels like it is choking me. 

Maybe, I'll just take a seat. 

Maybe i'll try again next week, not be so bleak or weak. 

Maybe not even speak, I'm just a creep.

Roll another smoke before I tweak.

Leave the musings for the freaks and weirdos.

Just sit.

Just sit, and spit, and smoke cigarettes.