18 Cigarettes

Rolling in and out of phase
 When the shaking starts
 Walking backwards towards the cape
 Twenty yards
 Smoking eighteen cigarettes
 Giving two away
 Thinking smugly, "How does anyone smoke a pack a day?"
 Pressed up against over the line
 And everyone is being polite
 Another half a bottle of wine
 Lock and key
 I wanted things to stay
 How they would not stay
 I'd ask you to explain
 But it's not your problem
 Oh, I've been in a state
 And you don't relate
 I wish that I could say
 Where it got me
 But that's not me
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 Still just barely off the train
 Central station
 Subtle attempt to check reflection
 In shop window
 Barely fifteen miles away
 Gilded portico
 Above which imagined life
 Daily rolls
 Resting idle finger on blade
 Contemplating messes made
 Reflexive self-regard overlaid
 Lock and key
 I wanted things to stay
 How they would not stay
 I'd ask you to explain
 But it's not your problem
 Oh, I've been in a state
 And you don't relate
 I wish that I could say
 Where it got me
 But that's not me