A State Of Mind... (Smoking) Poem by Rince Wind
A State Of Mind... (Smoking)
grey lips curl around,
and smoke surges from the dying ashes,
a sensation of life shortens between your fingers
which are reaching out to hold the burning tip,
and as the dissolving smell (like time)
leaves its starkness on your tongue...
you taste it... its now...
Monday, January 8, 2007
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