Cigarettes And Rum
I like to pretend that cigarettes and rum would make me a better writer.
A fighter like Hemingway.
A lover like Ghandi.
You know Poe wrote somewhere dark.
Maybe Saint Peter wrote in the light.
Martin Luther King Jr. behind bars and
Shakespeare into the night.
You can write or type, cigarette in hand and feel like the people need to hear whatever you have to say.
So I'll swear like the Devil in a chair there next to me.