I like to think of smoke as
Serpents making clever
Up-front
Decisions about where to squirm next
I like to think of cigarettes as
Golly Gee five bucks a pack
(plus tax)
May as well build a fire
If that is you want to go
Blind or Warm.
I like to imagine him or her
Dancing thickly above my
Fingers
(Like serpents or maybe an angel)
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