Somebody Said Smoking was Allowed

how goes it dear friend

heard you were friendly with

heroin outlaws bar coded

near gun pt. ave

where westward obituaries set fire

to your pocket

like lighting after two nickels

& a quarter

but that was before nothing i had done

was forgiven

when i was waiting on anyone

except her

funny thing, though

sally blew her brains on butch

& the film reel snapped quickly

fading into light hearted fun

put the dime near the laundry

list & see it explode!

listen, when i saw what she had done my

bones filled oceans

she played with my soul

like a bench warrant that sits

near the radiator

Jonathan Hine’s work has appeared most recently in Hobo Camp Review, In Between Hangovers, Synchronized Chaos, Pyrokinection, Midnight Lane Boutique and Anti-Heroin Chic.