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Vices
You are my Lucky Strike when you kiss
Hugging, the finest Camel filter
So craved, needed wanted damn the cost
For tried and true comfort I’d walk a mile.
Coughing up tears gasping for sense
Wheezing ecstasy I’ll never give you up.
Yet a round of wishful resolve occasionally
Passes my mind not reaching my heart.
I had a pink lunged lover for years
Eschewed my cylindrical amour what’s more
Bestowed me with his name, a golden ring
Undying love. I ground him beneath my heel.
Remembering my first Marlboro and love
Many brands and men come and gone:
Old Gold and Fernando, Frank III and Merit
Which he did for awhile, but too light.
Doral and my pal Pert, until he inhaled heavy lead.
Benson and Hedges Ultra Light 100’s damn
Was that dude’s name Slim?
New Year’s Eve I’ll blow smoke rings resembling
Our kiss sip champagne whisper your sweet name
Into bubbles trying to recall your brand
Those oddly boxed Canadian Cigarettes.
Kelly King
2005
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Vices
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2 comments:
Yes! And now I need a smoke, more specifically a Pall Mall Red 100!
"for tried and true comfort I'd walk a mile." Brilliant! "Wheezing ecstasy I'll never give you up." I know exactly what you mean. Just a good poem all the way around, especially liked the pink lung being ground beneath your heel.
I had to give up smoking last fall - a little problem of emphysema - but I love the strength of these two lines...
"For tried and true comfort I’d walk a mile."
"I had a pink lunged lover for years"
very beat-like!
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