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a passion that reeks of the end of me ..
I write poems on cigarette papers
before consigning them to the smoke
rolling them gently between my fingers,
only to feel them catch in my throat ..
Published 18th Jul 2018
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Ooohh I Like that... Nice piece, Dartford, Dear... I hope you consign those poems to the smoke of the "Good Stuff".
It could be considered
a sacrifice to your art...
as the smoke wafts
your poems skyward... Ely
No matter what you're smoking.
It could be considered
a sacrifice to your art...
as the smoke wafts
your poems skyward... Ely
No matter what you're smoking.
18th Jul 2018 2:51pm
the only way I can explain how I feel when I think of smoking poems is satisfaction.
Anonymous
18th Jul 2018 8:38pm
This is a man’s man poem. Reminds me of Leonard Cohen. That one strong image hits like a hammer! Great title, too.
19th Jul 2018 00:36am
