Writing and Cigarettes
For The Michael Haeflinger
by Takya 'Tokyo' Stuckey
Pull Smoke
Drag Stroke Exhale
Thoughts have been released
Genius and wicked
Combination of bad health
And intriguing hobby.
Feels like spring rain
On balconies over
Looking wet skyline.
Makes brain tingle,
Fingers stiffen,
Heart pumps faster
Then slower
At conceiving
A new thought
Every puff
Every stroke.
Better than
Cognac
And typewriters.
Cause that shit
Is tacky and cliché.
Fuck
Discoloration,
Macular degeneration,
The 4000 thousand
Chemicals it takes
To give us all the
Worst cancer
Imaginable
We don't give a damn
Because it'll only
Give us more shit to
Write about.
We may not live
To see one hundred;
We enjoy
Our coffee
And cigarettes
And writing,
If only for a little while.
When we leave.
We will leave a stench
Of burned-out lungs
And mounds of
Ingenious
Poetics we composed.