Sending Icebergs

I’m going to lick another cigarette
to it’s ass
and I’m going to
push the ash
into the air
and think of cremation
and I’ll have all the dead
circling round my head
and in my lungs
while I practice how to sing
hallelujah

and you won’t be somewhere
going through some city
on your way to me
and we won’t climb mountains
and I won’t cook dinner today
and that’s ok

I’ll be floating around another city
like the cremation ash
finding a good time
to hit the ground.