24 Aug 2016 – Sister Butane

Sister butane,
wreathed in smoke,
half insane –
what’s that you toke?
Floor drain calls,
you laugh out loud,
spin to action
for the crowds.

Sister butane,
got a light?
You keep flyin’
with the kites.
You’re a comet,
won’t come down,
hate this scenery
on the ground.

Sister butane,
tank’s run dry?
Such a pity
all must die.
Life a movie
never watched.
Rest in peace,
your pipe’s well-notched.