A smile on your face kills some of us by Sam RobertsMy last cigarette feels like my last breath of air,
I wait for it to disintegrate my lungs into 4 quarters
4 times a painful pastime,
A pulling pestilence, that we might enjoy
And while this cigarette is burning so quickly
Coughing can be heard,
the anti smoker lurks
Distracting my ever so professional breathing,
Its harder now to bare and leave cold
Still awake In the ashtray
How can you smoke those filthy things dont you know they kill you?
He says with a blank stare of complete ignorance
So I stare back and say We all have to die sometime, I might get run over by a bus
I try and laugh but cant help but feel sad,
I wonder if he was really a born again anti smoker
I am probably right but I let it slide,
Much like the time I have left
I shake the crushed Marlboro box
My fingers are playing, turning around each other
My eyes are narrowing, shapeless, not bright
The lights act like a heavenly place
Where my exhaled breath reflects the sun
filtering into the sweet smelling air
Sucking the walls yellowing stains,
The creature floats and disappears
The cigarette and I Die
BANG BANG he shot me down, BANG, BANG
08/22/2004 Author's Note: I am writing poetry about smoking...again.
Posted on 08/21/2004 Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/23/04 at 12:13 AM I'm not a smoker so I can't relate, but nevertheless I enjoyed reading it :) Great form and flow throughout. Excellent read! |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/18/06 at 12:25 PM I am in the process of quitting; not for myself, but for someone I love. I can totally relate to this piece...and I am now dying for a cigarette!! Great job Sam! |
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