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ode to a cancer stick
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Good-Bye Love i first met you
ball and chain
when i was 12
half-smoked and menthol
in my friend's mother's ashtray
"cool" and slim
you seemed so harmless back then
"try it," she said, "no-one will know"
i held you between my fingertips
my heart racing
and placed you between my lips
the way i'd seen the movie stars do
*!*
oh vile, nasty cancer stick!
you tasted like shit!
you attacked my lungs and throat
you made my head dizzy
my eyes watered in bitter remorse
still,
i was determined to know you
at first we were causal friends,
social,
but the intimatcy between you and i was eminent
you began to taste better...
we snuck out to be alone
hiding our relationship behind
perfume and breath mints
because you were the type of friend i knew mother
would never approve
oh, and then that fateful morning
when i knew i'd become your slave...
my waking
OH GOD THE SHAKING!
i HAD to have you,
had to caress you as i had done so many times before
and that first his was SO gratifying
since then, it's been you and me,
an open relationship of addiction...
of trying to quit and never quite making it
of coughing fits and empty pockets.
thank you, "friend"
death in a box, what could be more fun?
This is a great Poem. I gave up about 10 days ago. Been smoking 30 years. Your description is very appropriate.
This is such a great poem. Brings me back to the situation I'm going through right now. Thank you.
Maybe you could sell this to an anti-smoking campaign, Toni! I like the honesty and humour, but I think you mean lungs, not lunds. Smilezzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
well toe this one hits the nail on the head. the fact that is was the same way for me. always sneaking around to have a hit, saying i was walking the dog, only to go around the corner to make the dog stand there while i smoked. very true. your friend, kirk
dear toni, incredible work. you have finally reached the acceptance stage. the first step to help, is admitting you have a problem. i have a confession to make: secretly i have been watching you sleep. it has been an obsession of mine since i moved in here. but hey -the first step is admitting i have a problem, right? on a serios note: you are an incredible writer, and i am not just saying that because you are holding a gun to my head as i critique this, i really mean it! there, can i go now?