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Malbaro Menthol Lover
by Elizabeth Seago(Inhale.)
Thoughts of you pass sweetly through
My lips,
Creeping slowly into the back of my throat.
Exiting through my nostrils.
(I am a bull about to charge.)
Lipstick stains your filter
(But we both said we needed this.)
I was your distraction.
(Exhale.)
Your role in me, however, is still unfounded.
Common sense would lead me to believe
That you should have served as some sort of wake up call.
(But the Ambien on this dresser counteracts your shouting.)
(Inhale.)
Again you haunt my naieve tounge
Making your way deeper
Plotting your attack
On my lungs
Cancerous.
Carcinogen.
Toxic.
(Exhale.)
Smoke covers your face
As I blow in your
General directon.
You shoot me a look.
Your eyes scream "FLEE"
I do not run.
I stand firm on the belief that you should come with some sort of Surgeon General's Warning.
(Not that this would deter others
From making my mistakes.) 12/11/2006 Posted on 12/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Seago
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anya Kaats on 12/12/06 at 02:18 AM ha, this is so clever. those last few lines really tie everything together. i love it. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 12/12/06 at 03:32 AM extremely clever. sharp as nails type write with genius little touches of parentheses and what not. i've never smoked anything, but this piece defintiely captures the action & all that it entails quite well. intelligent write miss seago! |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 05/02/07 at 04:48 AM ah a metaphor, yes? loves it. |
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