How much farther
can I go
into myself?
Going deeper and deeper,
I have worked myself
into a drenched, breathless mess.
Meanwhile, a bowl of rice
has been waiting for me
for quite some time.
The grains of rice
are calling out to me:
Put your faith in us, bastard.
We are the ones
who will lead you
to the footprints
of a ganja smoker,
swimming
in the blood
of jasmine flowers.
You are Killing me,
I cannot breathe!
My lungs are closing.
I think I am on the verge of being no more…
Could this be my last breath of life?
I am dying all because you had too lit up!
Your swell appetite for tobacco
Is a sure life-time divider;
Of winds making her a sirocco,
Even as she stops being your provider …
Softening and calmer, asks you aside
And entreats you to her sit beside
For a voicing of her disappointments in you
And challenges to say “It isn’t true!”
Soon, absorbs her rude shocks
And for you Heaven’s Gate unlocks
But against further errands for Lucifer,
Unless you wish to with him suffer …
A mention of your black lips that give you away
And the Acrid Smell of The-Gone-Astray
“So, my son, it’s a U-Turn now
And I’m sure you understand ‘How’
“No more celebratory twisting of lips
To free cigarette’s atrocious wisps
Nor plying of routes to the markets
That would circulate it in packets’.
“You now crush the sticks not smoked
And not into it read pleasures choked”.
They’ve been my constant buddies through experiences
bad and good
And like any close-knit friendships things don’t always go
as they should
Lately I’ve been coughing and running out of breath
Asthma? Emphysema? Cancer? It’s scaring me to death
When I run out, I panic like a climber about to fall
or a little lost boy looking for his mom
at a crowded carnival
Though they’ve been my family for over a hundred years—
their kinship I regret
But through all the suffering that they’ve caused—
I need a cigarette!
Her luring loin
And her customers’ seduced groin
Once again join
With a freshly released gold coin,
Even as she wasn’t his type
For being a smoker of a pipe
To whom final quitting could never be ripe,
Until cancer took its paw swipe
And off her illusory joy wipe…
A nymphomaniac reaching out to ointments
Ahead of fixed appointments
For the enveloping of smell of cigarette
And show to valued customers that she could be considerate!
They called him Stogie for a clear reason.
He smoked fat pipes no matter the season.
Try to take it from him.
You’ll get a smack on the chin.
To take away the cat’s vice is tantamount to treason.
There once was a ghost whom in life had smoked,
Four packs of cigarettes a day.
Fell asleep one night;
Awoke to a fright;
On fire was his entire estate!
Down through the greener woods of Uma,
Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace,
Near the dik dik’s habitat,
As the antelope took off to escape the rage,
Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded,
Upon the trees were vultures the street sweepers,
Freely interweaving chores with weaver bird choirs,
Whose melodious tuning meant zero to the jungle-
Whose circle a train man decided to cremate,
Elephants hitting their tusks clumsily-
To secure escape routes as rhinoceros tails wagged by,
On their bellies, precious pythons unwounded their rings,
To fit in the general jungle athletics
As the dark pan paper like smoke covered
Rapidly converting the small milieu into-
A small tentative night before a see through,
Thorough plights epitomized the sodomic tragedy
And the Gomorra wails.
As he moved down the valley to Naili Center
Nyama choma’s aroma spread in the setting
As occupants of a small matatizo City
Saw through to Lake Matatizo bounds-
Silence in Uma.
I'm sitting on the terrace
Of the condo of my aunt
And trying to enjoy the breeze
But sadly, I just can't.
For next door there's a neighbor
I can't see, behind the wall,
Yet his smoking habit somehow seems
To permeate us all.
He obviously steps outside
So all his inside air
Stays relatively clean; at least
The smoke won't hover there.
But what he doesn't think of
Is about the smoke he blows,
Or when it wafts exactly
Where it is that vapor goes.
If he would ask, I'd answer
'Cause no matter what he thinks,
It's invasive and intrusive
And to top it off, it stinks!
the smoke from your lips
a milky way
the words you speak
stars
an endless source
of fascination
I am in love
I think
the way you craft
ideas
stories
beginning with a seed
blooming
into fantasies
and dreams
floating away
into the night
she’s a chain smoker
with stiletto heels
and ruby red lips
she leaves a trail
of cigarette butts
marked with her kiss
like a bread crumb
trail in case she
gets lost and can’t
find her way home
she’ll shutdown
your heart faster
than a heart attack
knows where she’s going
and only getting started
she’s an unsolvable riddle
when she whips her hair
parts the red sea
and walks right down
the middle
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote
Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living
The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking
So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits
They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter
So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
Little chant for ya...
bloody ciggie takes me breath,
the stinker comes between,
nicotene pfinger pokes ,
me dad is dead it means,
dont get so dead ice-scream.....
suck slack tobacco is the joke,
says the man from nicotene....
chant it babe........Don
~got to have a hobby hey,
suck a ciggie all the day,
reaper waits for the END of play,
dodge the bludger if you may :{-~
GOOD ON YA MATE:}
THANKS 2 JOHN L.....
Barely can I even breathe
(I'm always out of breath!)
Oh, my lungs of me bereaved-
I smoked them to my Death!
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