I write a lot about smoking, and I don’t really know why, but here is one interpretation I wrote on the idea of smoking. It is dark, but let’s be honest: smoking is bad for you and that is the point I wanted to get across by talking about it from this light.
It has always fascinated me, the idea of cigarettes.
White pale bodies meant to be sucked dry
only to be burned away into itself and then into nothing?
It’s just ash on the ground,
smoke in the sky that burns away
the working cells inside another living being,
the ones keeping them alive.
All of this pain and death so
that person can have a feeling of being full
of something other than meaningless oxygen.
The buds of those burned bodies
are then thrown into the dirt and
crushed with the sole of a sneaker,
and left there to rot.
The buds aren’t taken back by the earth
like food would be or even manure.
They just lay there into the future of nonexistence
awaiting to be determined at something
other than an ugly site not meant to be dealt with.