Nicotine (edit 3)

[Majestic Sun]

I put death in my pipe
and smoked it.
It’s as simple as that.
Fuses of tobacco braid strands of nicotine
inside my deathless brain, (just say brain instead why the adjective of deathless?)
hurdy-gurdy death waits around the corner (Hurdy-gurdy?)
with all his aching cousins.
I stroll the streets of invisible derelicts
and listen to the crickets for directions
but death leads nowhere
except to an empty pipe
that whistles for the next pinch
of shag and shadow. (Love the ending, shame there isn't anything else I have to say about this piece, but why shag? Shag means to screw someone)

Beautiful work, I love the ending but I also think this piece is near-perfect. Thanks for sharing.