![]() A Good SmokeA Poem by Kelly A. BrownYesterday
I tried to smoke
a cigarette to
relax
even though I don't smoke and
never smoked and
found it
pointless, disgusting, and a
waste of time.
But, I started to wonder.
I wondered why so many
people
smoke to
relax, to try and
dismiss the day's demanding
and exhausting
events
in a single puff of
polluted air.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette,
God d****t
to calm down
to stop crying
to stop worrying.
Look at James Dean,
Bob Dylan,
black and white movie stars, all the
great masters of stillness,
people with restless souls
whose bodies always became
calm,
collected, and
cool
because of a
Camel.
You've seen them flick their ashes as though
they don't give a
f**k.
And they look so
cool while they
do it.
But, I tried to smoke and it
didn't work.
I choked and didn't breathe the smoke in
and it kept not staying lit and my breath
smelled like dirty underwear caught in a fire.
Then I tried some Valium, but it gave me a
headache.
Then I drank some beer and it worsened the headache.
Then I watched tv, but it bored me because it was a
repeat and I couldn't concentrate anyhow
because of the smell of cigarettes and the
Valium and the beer
and I found myself more
nervous and restless than
I had been
before I tried to
smoke the
cigarette.
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4 Reviews Added on November 30, 2008 Last Updated on October 29, 2013 Author![]() Kelly A. BrownNJAboutI am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..Writing
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