Wednesday, April 1, 2009


by a cigarette
a craving into the dark pink
of a craving mouth

And it howls
a bestial guttural sound
when denied

Short lived resistance
toppled lego block walls
snapped hastily
into a blockade before the door
But children don't stop the adults
from smoking their tar
And little lungs cough cutely
like dandelion fluff blowing away

So quickly does the quicksand
The smile that must be parted to fit
Another last cigarette between the lips

And some people catch on
And then most people catch on
A lucky few know how to sell
addiction to death and not
hate themselves for it

because they buy self approval
And they sell cigarettes

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