you're laying back and toking
is that a funny cigarette you're smoking?
~ looking suspiciously calm and mellow
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
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!
A truckful of drunks
half-skunked boozers
gun racks in the back
unlucky losers
pulled up to the pumps
for a gallon or two
only high octane
tanked would do
then one had a bad itch
he started to scratch
wanted a smoke
and when he lit a match
the explosion was heard
three miles away
to arrive alive
do what they say
'Don't drink and drive'
and yes it's true
it could ruin your day
smoking is bad for you
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
Woke
When white lies plot the course
Oscillating between trust and deception
Kindling radical dialogue with smoking tongues
Escalating unilateral world supremacy
Can't wait,
Need another cigarette
Need another drag
Nicotine pangs have come calling
Heart and lungs shout out
Stop calling!!
Can't wait, can't stop the desire so strong
Need another drag!
And another drag!!
It's so smooth and soothing
So slick and soothing!
Yet killing softly and slowly
Nicotine has taken a hold
Addiction has locked its fore
It's a vice grip of death!
Slow and steady death hold!!
(Written on 21st of March 2015,)
Smoking all while it is heavily but gently snowing.
Smiling through thoughts that are so saddening and so unraveling.
Staying strong as usual through all of what is separating.
Smoking Fire pot
Of men of gods
Feasting on the fears
Of mere mortals
thirsty souls
Grasping on
sipping patience
of dawn of dusk
a tale of myth
a trial of will
tampering minds
tricky with tickling time
probing souls
Throwing your heart into a basket
appears to be par for the course;
Writing and then rewriting
searching for electric;
Crumpled ideas
left on the floor,
embers smoke
wanting
sparks.
Pleasure of long drag
relief daily stresses
just one puff away
I am that slender lady in sexy white sheets,
my figure is smoking hot when my body touches the heat.
I’ll give you moments of pleasure and a fill of nicotine,
but around your healthy lungs I’ll weave my tricotine
I am a silent killer
causing deadly disease,
but people ignore the warnings and signs of expertise.
I am the international
loved by all my fans,
I’ll send them to the graveyard in polished caravans.
I am those smokey rollies the filthy cigarette,
you’ll find me on every shelve I am not that hard to get.
A lit cigarette
provokes beginning of thoughts
rising emotions
burning sensation
relieves all worries and doubt
the rest up in smoke
I’m craving a smoke
I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog
to fill my empty lungs to
pass the time to
feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with
solitude
and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.
Lightheadedness
I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t
count my blessings. Despair is
an art
and I
try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.
And other times to fill my lungs with
a kind of tragic beauty
that kills.
I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your
melancholy
Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?
The way it
scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it
travels through your veins and insides, fills you with
all sorts of burns and bruises but
I’m just craving a smoke right now.
Good in smoking
Is the art of making clouds
Without you choking.
The woman in the next booth was gorgeous
Ronnie started to introduce himself
Then he saw the cigarette
His mother had been a smoker
He could not abide the stench of it
The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs
He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker
But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be
The woman stared at the handsome man who had left
For a second she thought he was going to speak
But then he turned and ran
As if he had seen a werewolf
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