Hangover in Paradise

I stand
next to you
and order
two shots.
The neon
lights
behind
the bar
are so bright
they
blind me.
I take
my shot:
someone
plays
classic rock
on the
jukebox.
I light
a cigarette
and grab
your hand.
Two old
drunks
talk
and laugh
in the corner. 
I kiss
your neck
and look
into
your eyes.
You
and me,
kid,
we're
doomed.

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Emeralds and Smoke

I wake up
in the
darkness
and walk
outside.
I check
my e-mail
and her
Instagram:
there is
a new
photo
of her,
soft
and pure.
I sit
down
and light
a Pall Mall.
Birds
fly over
my head;
the sky
is dark
and grey.
I think
about
how there
is nothing
left
for me.
I think
about
her eyes,
green,
wild
and alive.
A light
rain
begins
to fall.
I mash
my cigarette
into
an ashtray
and walk
back inside.