Elton Glaser

(1945- / New Orleans / Louisiana / United States)

Smoking - Poem by Elton Glaser

I like the cool and heft of it, dull metal on the palm,
And the click, the hiss, the spark fuming into flame,
Boldface of fire, the rage and sway of it, raw blue at the base
And a slope of gold, a touch to the packed tobacco, the tip
Turned red as a warning light, blown brighter by the breath,
The pull and the pump of it, and the paper's white
Smoothed now to ash as the smoke draws back, drawn down
To the black crust of lungs, tar and poisons in the pink,
And the blood sorting it out, veins tight and the heart slow,
The push and wheeze of it, a sweep of plumes in the air
Like a shako of horses dragging a hearse through the late centennium,
London, at the end of December, in the dark and fog.


Comments about Smoking by Elton Glaser

  • Rookie S. A. S. (5/20/2009 3:58:00 PM)

    'a sweep of plumes in the air'
    .
    some very original imagery
    for a nasty habit (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Blakguy Whiteshitface (11/3/2006 9:56:00 AM)

    i challenge u to a dissin match ma name is chinwe caloolo (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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