Resolved, a Lack of Resolve

quatrain Resolved to quit, a collection betrays my dear Mona. Hers are the ones marked by colorful stain. Her obsession likens her to my aging Smith-Corona. It’s coughing just now as if in great pain. Its lungs store a shiny bobble divorced from Mona's ear, three of her Lucky Strikes all out of smoke… My functional machine has other favorite souvenirs including a guarded flight stub, no joke. She was a stewardess, last year when I met my sweet “Mo” and I became her first passenger goof. That is, the first one on whom she spilled a hot cup of joe. My versatile cabinet holds the proof. Mona needs to smoke; she is addicted to nicotine. Maybe she’ll change brands when I light her fuse. Two new keepsakes - ads from both Life and Post magazine claim, “Camels, the brand which more doctors choose.” set in this 1930-40's era, this piece focuses on the cigarette industry. http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1470496/