spit back
tar black
pitcher to my lips
inhale
exhale
s(p)it up and give us a s(p)in
a hundred little circles in a row
but you can’t see any of them, can you?
a hundred little circles behind your eyes
but too late! you’re blind
spit black
tar back
exhale
inhale
the order of your words is inconsequential
because words don’t mean anything now
so go on now – inhale, exhale
tar black, spit back until I can’t stand to see it anymore
bacon4breaks said,
February 11, 2008 @ 8:32 pm
wow! I am so glad that I quit smoking. This poem made my lungs hurt.
Its sad..and painful.