Taken out from a shiny pack of ten
Kissed, sucked, blown, and inhaled
Tar filled lungs full of love
...
Read full text
This is a vivid poem and a necessary one, confronting not only an unhealthy habit but a sloppy one. Your poem is highly effective in making non-smoking liberating.
Verily, the poem brings out the true status of a cigar
Wonderful imaginary. So nicely presented the poem on addiction. Amusing one. Thanks. - - - 10
Thanks Kelly.. I once was sent this little 'meme' where it said, the strongest addiction one can feel is towards another human.. All love, perhaps, is just a bad addiction.. All is okay, until the withdrawal comes... And as a chainsmoker of three years, who had tried quiting four times, I know how disgusting the withdrawals are...
Amusing, I often wonder and have written a poem on Cigarette butts as well, the life swings 360 degree in few minutes, held in hand, frequently kissed and then bite the dust with hard crush....You nailed it in your poem..10+++
You nailed it too with the meaning of this poem as I intended Asim.. Some times we use other human beings like a cigarette! We use them to fullfil our means and then done - it's over get lost... Love like that nowadays.. We have lost the value of human relationships...
You can't buy packs of ten in America. I don't think I've ever seen one. I saw packs of five in Haiti back in 1974. Your poem is very good, and mentioning the crap on your sole was a nice, gritty touch.