[Certain]

I enjoyed this, and everyone's already espoused the obvious reasons why. You have a mastery of syllable counts and rhyme schemes that makes everything you write ridiculously smooth on a level no one else here approaches. (Where CopyPat stuns with his rhymes, you do it with naturalism.) And the content was good and at times great, with a whole bunch of standout lines that I'll quote at the end.

But I figure I'll drop a little bit of hopefully constructive criticism. There was a long stretch in the middle that felt very vague:

spent on any substance that presents an escape.
i'm evil. stupid. selfish. all those negative traits
but i'm centered. almost perfect. true perfection awaits
passion in these parables, poetic for praise
it's a proper alternative to repressive malaise
it's pain but not exactly cause it's pleasant at times
adrenaline rushes from looking death in her eyes
there's not a sedative high that can compare to success
not a failure that can measure up to marital stress
sometimes what's truly beautiful is fairly depressed
and purity is found inside a terrible mess
prepare for the next. compressing air in your chest
i say whatever comes to mind. but say it in jest

In that section, you lacked tangible nouns and images, and it was honestly a bit boring by the time I was reaching the end of it. Luckily, you brought in the image of a woman and then a few other thoughts that spruced up the content quite a bit as it hit the home stretch. But the part that felt the strongest, by a long shot, was about that cigarette conversation that others mentioned. I didn't want that character brought back, but I would have liked more hard images rather than shapeless aphorisms.

Anyway, here are the promised quotes:

met a stranger by the willow tree. he loaned me a light
we talked, tobacco molten delight. smoke in the night
he too, felt disconnected, but accepted the distance

This was very relatable, and I liked the "accepted the distance" line because it applies to a lot of things, including the distance between the two of you.

if you think, you think too much about the tiniest task
pour your pint in a flask and toast the moment.
if you like your coffee black, wine white in your glass
it's a sign of the times, zeitgeist approaches.

This is one of those examples of a writer building his rhyme scheme up in traditional ways, then breaking it down and having it still work. That was very cool.

naked, her breasts were Marilyn, yes - Monroe in her prime
I guess Gentleman Prefer a woman loaded with Skyy.

I liked the movie reference and the conversational tone of the first line.