joseph carl


The Day Is Your Cigarette - Poem by joseph carl

the day is your cigarette
trapped between
your mouth
and your hands

your lip
stick mania
your packed-tunnel folly

the sun inching
closer
closer

The day is your cigarette
creativity in a box
conversation smoldering on
a tray

the day is your cigarette
bought at the corner
store
shared with a poet

filtered to fight back death-thought

the day is your cigarette
chained to the night:
a barbed-wireless connection
to the moon-smoke from your mouth

useless counting of latitude veins
of inhales
and exhales

the day is your cigarette
burning a hole
in your pants
as you nap
in the sun


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 5, 2008


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