How To Smoke A Cigarette Poem by Matt Greenblatt
How To Smoke A Cigarette
In and out,
your breath runs raw.
Now some artistry:
curl the smoke,
play games,
style is what the world craves.
Good medicine requires
you let it kill you some.
Hold it in your lungs,
just let it burn
like a candle in your head.
Monday, January 12, 2009
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