Friday, June 28, 2013

poem of the day 06.28.13

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

sweltering summer


1 comment:

Pat Tillett said...

Hey there!
I 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.