Ye Olde Habit

Flick the starter
Fire springs from the lighter
Primordial force that has captured
The eyes of men for thousands of years
Life and death from the same warmth

Cigarette clenched
Between teeth and lips
Fire and tobacco touch
As I draw in air
Spreading the spark
Lighting up

With gratitude I suck in
Poison that's a death to a million fools
Burning the candle
    At both ends
Yesterday and tomorrow
Gone in a puff

In the morning I'll hack and cough
Spitting up a yellow wad
Disposing of it in the stool
Waiting, anguishing
Until again I taste
That fragrant smoke
Feeling such relief when I do

 

"Ye Old Habit" is Copyright © 1997 Jason A. Beineke and the Jabberwocky Studios

 

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