
<u><b>smoke</b></u>
wanting to
forget i smoke
stop buying squares
share the good air,
what's left of it
anyways, anyhow,
anywhere you
want to
rem-
ember?
real?
wisps of
coughs
clutter
the air
in here,
the smell
permeating -
stench of,
full ash-
trays, day old
cigarette butts,
hour old nicotine
craving.
ad-
diction,
proper fiction,
relentless tension,
fission as well as
con -
fusion.
tired,
now.
long stretches,
working for
media machine,
smoking in a
closed off room
with a motion detector
timed to go off w/little
movement - time to work
again. one more smoke.
looking forward to
the next this or that,
even if it's within a
moment or two, or
even three, if
you believe,
don't you?
mismatched
clothes / lines / words /
moments / po3ms...
textual visual
sensations.
to be allowed
to just observe
and write - or must
one be part of life
to observe life
most fully?
wandering
poem/thought
again...
old man winter
comes a knockin'
again...
- by kpaul.mallasch
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