One Pack, One Life

11/26/2003

Life a cigarette
lit with a flame,
sucked down a puff at a time.
Ciders burning causing
smoke to fill the room.
The sweet stench of tobacco,
one inch of filter
keeping out the chemicals soaking into
my lungs.
Tastes so sweet,
the hidden buzz
of every inhale.
Why so addicting?
One stick of three minute joy.
How does it capture memories?
Past
Present
Future
episodes of
smoke...
enjoyed with in a red cherry.
Exhaling used oxygen and
delicious seconds of existence.
Cravings of pictures lost...
butts thrown down
upon relentless intoxicating.
Packs of sticks representing
times of happiness,
sadness,
and
pain.
Dragging into my body
trying to kill
the orange
before understanding
the feeling is mutual
with us both.
My Camels cling to my lips
in a sweet bond of friendship.
How is the tie so strong on one side more
than the other?
Stop.
Look around
at the stubs
covering
my
place.
As much as they comfort...
I cause this pile up.
My lighter has run out...
Shit.
Should I refill it?

Who else will?