posted 12-02-2001 09:09 AM
CigarettePicturing you, rolling your cigarette
Focusing all your worldly contempt
Wrapping lose tabacco tightly within
A thin and fragile skin.
Sitting back, behind your smoke screen
Your fingers barely seen -
Escaping from the darkness of your sleeve,
To rest your cigarette between.
A graceful, white dancing spirit
Rising and spiralling with every movement
Hazing over my perception
A soft-focus photograph of invention.
And I watch the demonstration carefully,
Your fingers moving with familiar ease.
Two minutes of your expertise
In a quest for five minutes relief.
I was bored, so shoot me. No really, shoot me.
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we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world - fight club
[This message has been edited by manic_224 (edited 12-04-2001).]
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