Hello Young Lovers...Happy Valentine Day... If one is so inclined (racketeers)

The Smoker's Last Valentine

There's no ghosts on the gravestones
no monsters for the mash
just crumbled stubs of cigarettes
twisted in the ash

There's no coin for the boatman
no obal for his fare
all my friends are strangers
as smoke obscures the stairs

I crawl on fours and call for you
groping blindly for the door
burning timber and shattered glass
have blanketed the floor

Too late, too late I realize
it's you that I adore
fire licks my burning heart
death's kiss for evermore

All good in the hood, my smoke-free friends. The best to all.