298. a little heavy water.

I really don’t miss the smoke

not like people say you do


now that it’s gone

life carries on regardless.


a dirty place, a shameful place,

a carelessly spiteful

impersonal frenzied place strewn

with detritus and street furniture

and the occasional Englishman

where Ferraris nestled upto rusty Datsuns

the flotsam & jetsam

of so-called civilization.


If you’d like to see

a little of it now

you’ll need to buy a snow-shaker

or maybe get yourself out to Lake Havasu.