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A Cigarette
Ink drops, they fall from a pen
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
so fucking melodramatic
Rain, drops on Atlantis
bombs that fall into the sun
does your heart beat,
in this cigarette?
Does your soul grope,
after butterflies of smoke?
who can hold them
in a hand?
Reality slips
through cracks in ceilings
dreams take, occupy
Published 30th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
30th Dec 2009 2:33pm
a unusually visual poem , i like your expression"butterflies of smoke".Nice one.
30th Apr 2010 3:20am
for me the poem ended with the 2nd verse;'which was i felt an excellent one.
for me the last verse takes more than it adds. i presume the cigarette i take it is a spliff? if not it's what i see it to be :)
i really enjoyed the write thanks for the read.
for me the last verse takes more than it adds. i presume the cigarette i take it is a spliff? if not it's what i see it to be :)
i really enjoyed the write thanks for the read.
