The Great American Smoke Out

The Great American Smoke Out

My grill spoke to me tonight
In a drone of yellow flashing light.

In words and phrases incomprehensible,
Of worlds and mazes deemed indispensable.

'Bout the hot blue night sky,
The wandering, homeless crippled guy,
My missing paisley, silken tie,
The neighbors, and how they lie,
The way all of my ex-girlfriends cry.

My grill smoked with me tonight,
And I ate like a king.