ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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the cigarettewhen i imbibe the ash of a flicker of coal wrapped in leaf mixed in air my whole joy explodes and is extinguished a moment later by the exhale leaving just the glowing wick of the next explosion this pistoning of exhilaration ruins me once i dreamt i fed a cigarette machine with my own quivering flesh my blood sticking to my lip flecks of it on my teeth as i coughed turning white loudly exclaim the evil in a puff of smoke and be smug in your glass dome - don't you understand? i am no seedy individual my way is the way of the dragon i see through his eyes everything is in decay this mortal cylinder is just another way I had not smoked for years until today Accidentals (2008) |
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