I see a cigarette
It's almost disappointing how many times
my poetry turns into prose at the mention
of a cigarette
because they represent everything I long for
in the wrong ways
and they taste so good
but they're not something I would die for
instead they remain in the past
or the present or in the **** presence that rings
softly in my ears begging me to come back
to quietly but swiftly move past
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
I see a cigarette
It's almost disappointing how many times
my poetry turns into prose at the mention
of a cigarette
because they represent everything I long for
in the wrong ways
and they taste so good
but they're not something I would die for
instead they remain in the past
or the present or in the **** presence that rings
softly in my ears begging me to come back
to quietly but swiftly move past
(We prefer to be referred to as LDS, but for anyone wondering it stands for latter day saint, as in the church of Jesus Christ of latter day saints, often referred to as Mormons.)