Smoker's Cough Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Smoker's Cough



I've got a feeling my mechanic is ripping me off
He grimaces, rubs calloused hands together then tugs on his yellowing mustache
Strained laughter through a smoker's cough

Her voice is deep and breathless and filled with abbreviated mortality and a life spent sacrificing health for pleasure
Leave me alone with sex for nothing
Other less likely occurrences, I'll have just one positive thought

Gets caught up in the heaviness in his chest
Takes 10 breaks a day to stand outside and fill himself with zesty self-immolation contrast
To a different climber, professional league, say goodbye to these stories of stone

Micro-gesturing, taps tobacco against the table
Something to do on a long car trip to avoid falling asleep while driving
Becomes a surrogate fidget, voodoo doll that spits up detritus

Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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