Poetry as cigar puffs and trails of smokes
Rising,
Lit from a lighter,
Burning and in embers,
Puffs taken,
Smoked and puffed out
Of the nose and the mouth
Stylistically
And tactically from the nose
Just like a coal train gathering speed,
Leaving behind coal particles, ashes and dust
And the ashes shaken off,
The butt thrown,
Yea, the stump
And the poetry is complete.
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