Another last cigarette poem

She: pulpfictionous
he: cantankerous

she
on the rooftop
about to jump
flake

he
dancin' w/ castanets
gutsy
below

she and he a LIE
she and he PRESENT
she and he
already
NONEXISTENT

to be HERE
and be YOU
is THE
sweetest
curse
predicted:

see how life slowly kills you
see
how life
wins
gigantic

while
the last cigarette
still tastes
the best