Patience Is For The Privileged

Patience is for the privileged.
The rest of us have always had an unreasonable urgency.
A salmon.
Like a lover, passionately heading upstream.

Lovers and cigarets make natural allies.
Vanishing away as they fill the lungs with breathlessness,
Soaking the brain with a pleasure that lasts but a few minutes.
The only friends of an impatient night.

I light another wills classic menthol,
Closely watch it disappear inside my lungs.
The night ahead is a dark, winding road of a forest,
I must be patient to survive it.