Puffs

And god seemed to whisper in my ears:

 

"Boy,
I have plans for ya
You'd better quit smoking
Or you would die soon..."

 

Shaking!
For that man was not used to holy advices.

Blaming.
Philip Morris and all that Kerouac I've read,
Bukowski and other smokers,
French gitanes and lovers,
Painters,
Home studio workers.
All of them,
Laboring;
As I smoked a puff away.

 

Puffs away from here was Clément
For that he was jealousy
For he was agony
As a letter and an ex presumably

 

That man was juggling with fear alone in the corner
This man had white hair and juggled with that man
And barely was the other one a father because he had doubts
The kind that a virgin has
In his head. . . he kept them
Choked.
And then vomited?
But never freed. . . himself from his virgin thoughts. 

 

Well yes my old man came to visit me too
He said;

"Boy,
You better get your puffs and leave,
Coz this house is stinking,
And the air just won't let us heal.
So please kid
Better stop smokin'

 

Well then the brazillionaire with whom we talk over that man
And who liked this man
Came and hibernated
In the middle of our discussion.

That is why we weren't able to make progress

You know brazillionaires
They usually do that
They are different than gazillionaires or bazillionaires
But surely they seem to zillionate a lot
And hibernate.

Then hibernate.

 

Puffed the woman called Nipsy
Nipsy used to puff like for 3 years now
She would not mess with people's puff
Doesn't ask stuff
Doesn't treat you as duff.
It was nipsy;
Totally creepy.

 

I loved her,
She said:
"Son,
Better stop puffing into my eyes
I can't bluff when you puff
But to love ya
I need time and stuff
Surely a good hand that I can use to bluff"

 

That was rough Nipsy
Rough to live down here on bootsy bay
Hope you get dandruffs and get tipsy on your way
Lord what a day, a christian antipuff day
Handcuffed I pray. . .

 

Shepherd May lay on that hay
She would usually rhyme easily like that
What a puff she said to herself.

Then began the fire
With the morning ashore winds
Began to plunder the wrecks of the boat to hire
Destruction, Mary Abstraction.

 

Fire engines and then flashes
Her head those sounds seldom bashes
In two puffs time everything was ashes
Ashes into puff.

Puff watches?