# Smoking Paper Cranes

**Published by:** [gruck ](https://paragraph.com/@gruck/)
**Published on:** 2023-01-04
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@gruck/smoking-paper-cranes

## Content

** ** Tight social circles smoking paper cranes Their tactile hair do-s can't stand the rain Narrow fingers clad in turquoise rings Coax and prod the synthetic bird Till it sings Wispy smoke exits in a leisurely fashion It’s lush but dreary Their lungs beg the query Is there joy in our stale tongues and cupped hands Given the chance Would we fight the man ** ** Most things are going pretty bad And I just sit around folding paper and making tea Trying to see If the edges line up Most things are going pretty bad you lay very still on your Kitchen floor Talking about how You wish it all meant more ** ** Smoky minds and dimmed lights can be examined But not quantified without loosing The subtleness that comes with two bodies meeting in the night tired of hanging out in parking lots Trying to quiet all of my thoughts ** ** Cover my legs in paper mache Braid my hair into rose bushes Oh busy mind Heed time Left behind As ephemeral and yet expanding Give me whatever i’m demanding

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