The Cigarette

germanamericanchurch

 

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,

 

 

 

  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2021 04:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Friends once the reaper tickles
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 35
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  • L. B. Mek

    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

  • germanamericanchurch

    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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