Short Cigarettes Poems
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Hennessy
when I digest
and Heavy Metal
when I listen
and Fake Eyelashes
when I am seen
and Cigarettes
when I am not seen
You
Will not
See dragons
Smoking any
Cigarettes; they can
Incinerate
One just by
Lighting
It.
Flickering candles.
Dying light, like a refuge.
Embrace the comfort
of nestling Ice cubes in Jack,
And cigarettes with Joni.
A cigarette burn hole
with floating memories
crushing the ashy edges.
God, please quit smoking by
the next time you mold me.
Thoughts of you
Like a cigarette to me
Addictive and consuming
But cancerous
In every way
Yet I'd still go down
In your flame
Loitering outside
Complaining about work
To no one in particular
Cigarettes dangling in hand
Slowly burning
One breath at a time.
Mommy, Mommy, candy cigarettes!
look how many I have got
Then there are some other brands
Can you tell me, What is pot?
Ah, If Columbus had not sailed
for America: the new land,
cigarettes wouldn't kill
those feeling the chill...
many would be alive, not dead!
Pills swallow what is left of me whole,
Just as bottled pints drink my guzzled self,
And cigarettes suck the cinders of my incinerated soul.
Fire in cigarettes red color
Not seeing him this at his mirror
Telling not of this to him a co smoker
That red is a signal for the danger
There was a young man from China
Who couldn't think of anything finer
Than to smoke cigarettes - play with his pets
Eat out at an all night diner
It's cold, the lights are out
the roof is leaking
but I sit here with a cigarette in my mouth
a glass of whisky in my hand
and a rope around my neck.
There was a young man from China
Who couldn't think of anything finer
Than to smoke cigarettes and play with his pets
And eat out at an all night diner
Smokes
of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
next
to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
wounded,
to my silence.
There was a young
man from China
Who couldn't think of
anything finer
Then to smoke cigarettes
And play with his pets
And eat out at an all night diner
I miss your call
As I drink coffee
And smoke cigarettes
In this bar
Your soul is powerful
I need your vibe
To give me some warmth
This monday evening.
There will simply never ever be enough cigarettes
To erase all of my biggest losses and old regrets.
No matter how many I smoke, not enough to erase my frets.
from a sweetened
green spring
ripples of
sanguineous salt
a mixing bowl
brings forth
oceans and trees
cans, cigarettes
stains on carpets
like bedsores
A beast with no head
Frozen feelers hands on wheel
The sidewalk bones tell time sharp
Red-brick lawyers again
Yet cells evaporate swift
Cigarettes like mandalas
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
I was smoking
non-menthol cigarettes
and tying my
threadbare new
balance
shoelaces
at the corner deli
waiting in line
to buy more non-menthol cigarettes.
Leaning on a lampposts pole
Cigarette in hand
I only smoke when I'm down
I'll smoke any brand
Okay, this is it!
No more cigarettes for me
Time for me to quit!
Drawing before breakfast
on a torn envelope,
coffee and cigarettes at hand,
the artist’s struggles
led to the usual questions,
impossible to answer
except by drawing.
The blue light of the late shop
A tired face in the aquarium glow
Hands reaching for cigarettes
and cold drinks
Artificial consolation
For those lost
in the night world