It’s just that one smoke,
But it’s not,
Not the fact that u are dying,
The fact that people care,
The scars in your lungs,
X-ray on your wall,
And the regret,
They all build into something bigger,
That giant pattern taking form,
The one with u in it,
That one cigarette with chestnut flavor,
Now she is your friend,
With hole in the throat,
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2021 04:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Friends once the reaper tickles
- Category: Love
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Comments2
crude, but with purpose, a message that is always pertinent and necessary,
so long as our walk to a cash register
insures, we are forcibly greeted
by temptation's mirror..
a really well executed write dear poet
Lost a friend over his denial of cigarettes but the irony is that shamanic var. tobacco seems very different somehow to me - more traditional and spiritual
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