The longs and rites
Of smoking

The breath of a man
Began at 16
An institutional drag into adulthood
Not for me, see, as we had begun
To inhale the essence of the divinity  of masculinity
As a wage earning paper boy with money to burn
As a *** waving fisherman,
As an adoring footballer,
Strolling onto  the stage
To rapturous applause
Following smoke signals
Of my arrival