She presses into the noise
like a tabacco leaf
pressing into the shape
of a coffin nail.
The smoky haze that fills
this darkened place
does little to camouflage
the weariness of life.
Old-time music beats
a familiar rhythm,
and once again she dances
with strangers who fail
to give her silence.
I left barefoot
to reach you.
So far, of stones,
Barefoot,
just to reach you
before sunrise.
Walls loaded of mildew,
Turgid back coat, I can’t underpin myself,
not even to touch them
Is easy, I’ll build a house,
sometime from fir wood.
You are sleeping so far away!
You wouldn’t see when barefoot I shall swarm
Trough pinnacle, barefoot
on the endless column
to hit your ground, before sunrise.
I have in left hand the candle, in the right the cigar.
Is frost and dark,
Again this old wiring of hundred years gave in.
The cofee is cold-
I smoke and drink between two hemispheres:
flame and ash.
If you have felt scent of fir wood and smell of tabacco
If you saw the light and traces of soles
you are so far…
tell me tommorow if I won to you
before sunrise!
If I won, it means you saw my eyes wichever are never seen.
I walk through the brisk morning,
smoking my last cigarett.
The dark is calming to me.
Dogs bark in the nieghbors yard as I pass.
Sucking in the sweet smoke of English tabacco,
letting it flow out of my mouth,
only to suck it back in through my nose.
This early morning world is the one I love.
No other hustling and loud people to annoy me,
except the accasional car that passes by.
It's not hot and miserable,
It's cod and quiet, relaxing.
My cigarett is gone.
People are waking up.
It's getting warmer, and the sun is peeking.
Time for me to go home.
I N S T U T I O N A L I Z E D=
PRISONER OF HIS OWN MIND
SUGAR COATED SPONGE RUBBER make up his brain
his fingers are cold as JUNKIE DIGITS
a STUFFED SINUS laugh chokes him
kinda PALEOLITHIC isn't it
trapped between a CATALYSMIC alter ego and his self
etched with a cross sounding tabacco voice thats scares the best of THEM
forced fed a MORPHINE breakfast to help him escape himself
he knows how to CONCEPTUALIZE interms of masking his own dreams
once a LIBERAL DOOGOODER
now considered CONSPICOUS by the staff
he's locked away forever and theres no coming back
COULD WE OF HELPED HIM
IS HE FORGOTTEN
THIS IS SOMEONE WE ALL KNOW
f
I smoke and I choke has my
lungs fill up with smoke.
Yes, it is my addiction
a tobacco confliction.
I smoke to ease my pain
and stress to realize
I am not at my best.
Only to realize I made a mistake.
Life is at a balance,
a scale that can't be replaced.
My lungs are turning black
filled with tar and nicotine.
My oxygen levels dropped
and my lips are turning blue.
The smell of tabacco reeks
on my body and tares at my soul
Only to be told I won't be
able to grow old.
My lungs have weakened and my
heart has taken a toll.
How do I tell my children/
I won't be there to give them hugs
and advice.
Except one that took my life!
DON'T SMOKE!
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