He told me once
that he decided
to quit smoking
when he visited
who had cancer
in the hospital.
He saw people
on park benches
at the same time
with thin aluminum stands
next to them
holding bags of poison
what the poison
My dad died of Colon cancer. I used to smoke 2.5 packs a day. He told me I didn’t want to die that way. I quit. I don’t want to die that way; I saw how bad it was. Now I just ride instead.
I see this everyday….leaning on a pillar outside of work. One hand on the aluminum pole, the other on the cancer stick. All the while standing under a no smoking sign. And expectant mothers/new borns coming and going, making their way through the L.A. smog…smokers rights, my ass.
I’ve never smoked anything legal in my life.
Now that’s a good poetic polimic.
Cancer runs bad in my family, I think I smoke occasionally simply to show no fear to the ugly monster.
When work & world kicks my ass, I’ll let myself smoke the brown (occasionaly) or the green (too frequently).
A pack of smokes can do wonders or evils for your day.
Once upon a time, I was a medical records clerk, Hospitals make people nervous, they go out back to smoke.
People light up next to liquid oxegen when the LOX truck rolls up.
People smoke in front of the oncology clinic.
I really, really want a filterless on the way back, when I’ve run out of legs, and I’m still miles & miles from home.
When everything is shaking, my mind is no longer verbal, all asphalt, traffic, directions and is that truck gonna take me out?
Then I’ll hit 7-11 for the american spirits.
And brown trumps green, just that once.
(oh yeah, and brown being not against the law, minor detail)
Is it wrong to want a handlebar ashtray?