Wednesday 18 August, 2010
Hol(e)y Smoke
the sound of the flame,
that crackle when inhaled,
all like a beginning to a concerto,
The Holey Smoke,
the divine connect to the lips,
the fumes from the bloke,
as graceful as ever ;
Everywhere it read,
smoking kills , tobacco causes cancer,
yet , warnings are being killed,
and smoke is acting like a dancer,
to know why a man smokes,
you have to know the feelings unknown,
ask of it to the bloke who once swore,
that , " cigarettes and I will gel no more " ;
The air of smoke,
is now in tandem with the feelings of that bloke,
opportunities all around,
but vanish in a puff of smoke,
Swearing , too , had a price to pay,
it kept cheating again and again,
in an attempt to be truthful to one,
that bloke chose the stick which costs five times one ;
Now , smoke rings still circle around ,
how he wished it were gone ,
like cuffs it is still bound,
when will that bloke come around ?
with violence in the movement of fumes ,
the concerto has finally begun ,
serenely floating up in the air ,
like a paradox unleashed and bare .
