The dog’s bark is a pillar of the night
Wrest it away and night may crumble.
A petite mosquito buzzes in my ears
Singing its music of the unreal kind
A sliver from my smoke of burning
Where we all burn in a daily smoke.
A sleeping lizard on a roof is a sliver
From my smoking life, from my roof
That tumbles without sleeping lizard.
Words are sliver from smoking nights