Hookah Hiatus

i am sitting here/
light-headed as hell/
thinking/
why do i put all/
of this blame upon myself/
i can barely see straight/
and there is an aching in my gut/
the smoke from the coal/
wafts around in the air/

the hookah hose/
just sits next to me/
on the bed/
like a snake skin/
that has molted/
and is just left behind/
like a rememberance of a lost phase/
that one has more than matured out of/
or the forced uphevel/
out of a confident stage of adolecence/

my eyes do not se straght/
and are burning from the smoke/
my gut is twisting from the/
menthol lemon/
my legs feel weak and shaky/
like a milion little ants are crawling over them/
and tickling each pore/
of my body/
my neck/
no longer wants to hold up my head