ode to cigarettes
etc.
quit you
twelve years ago
i quit you
only baby
i still want you once a day
like one wants
a piece of ass
oh, how you look so good
on hollywood screens
in the pink mouths of starlets
i’m so easily won over
like it’s the first time all over again
hungering for your cancer
in the painted hands of
young women
bitching into their cell phones
sucking you
crushing you
dangling you like a thin jewel
as they sip iced coffee
and shake their backsides
in a hail of blue smoke
down the
garbage strewn narrows
of these dog shit
brooklyn streets
in
sweltering summer
sun
magnificent
Hey there!
ReplyDeleteI haven't smoked in many years, but at least a few times a week, I easily could.
Your poem really hit me like a hammer.