17 - Cigarettes! Why do i feel the urge

Cigarettes! Why do I feel the urge
To go and get another pack of ten?
I’m not addictive. It’s not nicotine
I need, but any excuse to submerge
My head beneath the sand every half-hour;
To blow around myself a smoke ring fence;
To put all sense of duty in suspense,
And abdicate when I should stay in power.
Turn off, tune out, drop in the bin the ash
Of destiny. With yellow teeth of clown,
And Smokey’s tears that don’t roll up, but down,
As a lighter flame dies, I feel the lash -
Wet. And as I rub my smarting eyes,
Some rich folk rub their hands, and the blame dies.
Thur 21 Sep 2006