“I can’t wait to be more patient” I said

as I sucked on the cackling clove cigarette.

“You can’t be a five, without being a

one, two, three, four -” Lani.


Took a drag, added – ”

Yea, you could multiply 1×5.

But then you would miss out on

two, three and four, and

maybe these are wonderful places

with beautiful people”


i fucking love cloves,

i jumped ship

i jumped the scale


and i often lie awake thinking:-

“what number am i?”


Share if you like! (Mahalo Lani for letting me use your wise words!)