Song about Frank

If one day

I write a song about Frank

With tears and laughter

With sweat and blood

I would roll it up

With tobacco inside

Lit it up

And inhale

So hard that my lung hurts

My throat tickles

And my chest shakes

So to mimic

How one addition

Turns into a fatal disease

How every pleasure

Becomes self-abuse

How the fire of my loin

Is only lit to be quenched

If one night

Frank lights a cigarette

And looks outside

By chance

He may hear my song

Dangling like last leaf of fall

Whispering like a dying patient

And if he doesn’t turn around

But stay for one more note

He might finally know

How I love him so