#puff
a mind full of stuff
huff and puff
oxygenated exertion.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
puny pink primrose
pursuing phantom pleasure
pecking playful puff
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 1:06 AM UTC
Prove, prove, prove
think, think think a little think at
thought speed.
Build me a death star, you shall not surely die.
Ah, hero, take your role. This is your page, this age
of informing
of outsides
of mobiusish objects we make
using imaginary morsels of
stuff,
the substance of things
hoped for.
Science of space and times remembered,
Hopf-phor uni-ometry in our augmented mind,
forming forms, take shape,
form in the image of "the cloud"
where lay the
base of con
science
con
carne values.
Meatmind, the brain-gut-outer-inner portal
from which flow
empty thoughts from
the pineal core click sig
drawing measurable infospheres
from at-most-fears,
using big ears
as a bit of an esteem antenna on boys who
saw themselves as goofy a rascal as Alfalfa
and Alfred. E. and Barrack, the drone thrower
of the twenty-first century, one of the
last to unbelieve the reasonable
lie behind war,
per se. Disperse the leaven, dust in the wind,
Alls we are, all ye, all ye, ours in free flow
fractal feeder of new knowables as we ever learn
time as a tool empowers our progress to next, that's all.
Remember con
sistency, sub
sistency, in
sistancy, resist the urge to wield words worn smooth
reflecting any context, as if it were
known,
now, the meaning in the word. I say pray, you say "Our Father"
I say ask, you say what. I say, For the answers you hope to have
being as you are. On Point. I made a point.
Or arrived at this point.
con
science,
with knowing,
the tree of knowledge is at least as fractal as an oak.
Inside out being in the jello universe of knowns,
good and not, all jigglin' in time,
sort it out.
Start where your treasure is. Nullify the evil clinging to
your horde 'pon which ye sit,
sweep the ashes from the last burnt bridge
over this edge, to the flow below.
You sweep slow in jello, but sweep into d'flow
is what is done wit ashes here.
Pile some stone here. Then give 'em all yo bitchinmoans,
for the peace their balancing at your finger tips
gives you, in real life,
take it. Now, go be.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
_I used to be your little cream puff;
But these days I just feel like a medium-sized cabbage._
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
How many doses can I take of this toxic substance.
How many can my body hold.
I can feel it burning.
With every puff I take.
How many?
Before I turn into ashes.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
inhale curiosity.
exhale amusement.
A roll of fantasy.
A Tragic chapter sprouting..
Inhale stress.
exhale relief.
A puff of heaven !
drowning in the tar of ecstacy !
connecting my life support on you.
inhale frustration.
exhale happiness.
A puff of goodness !
Flying on clouds of smoke !
connecting my life support on you !
inhale temptation.
exhale pleasure.
a sense of anxiety in your absense.
fooled by a desire.
connected my life support on you !
light on my fingers.
so good on the lips.
breath of pleasure.
connected my life support on you !
heavey heart, tight lungs.
dizzy head, weary eyes.
explosion of thoughts.
Calmness only comes with you !
Can't function without you !
GASPING FOR SMOKE !
ITCHING WITH DESIRE !
SURVIVING ON PUFFS !
A SMOKER I AM!
SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
He huffed and he puffed and he blew my house down
The devil found me here
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
That yellow miniskirt
On
My
Cylindrical
Slim body,
Makes you uncontrolled,
I feel your fingers over me
That touch,
Your lips
And that fire you lighted on me
Gives you pleasure
The more you inhale me inside
The more you feel high
But suddenly
You leave me unsatisfied
Then,
I hear your voice
“Bro, can I have another cigarette?
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
**YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
INTOXICATING TO INHALE
BUT ALL TOO EASY TO EXHALE
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
EASY TO LIGHT
BUT EVEN EASIER TO PUT OUT
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I KNOW YOU’RE KILLING ME
BUT I STILL TAKE ANOTHER PUFF
YOU'RE LIKE A CIGARETTE
I’M A CHAIN SMOKER
& TONIGHT I CAN’T GET ENOUGH**
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
A puff of cigar in, mist, out
on the street, shrouding the
tracks and missed heart aches;
this morning, time,
is not kept by the ticking clock.
Only one vehicle has crossed the road.
Mellow sun warming up the snow
forever burying the tracks out;
The stubble's scruffy, and heart,
as dishevelled as the sheets;
Empty cups, full of memories -
and stained of the night's wine;
In the corners the embers still crackle:
leaning back on ease chair,
wondering
who it was that left early
this misty morning;
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
I'm so bad the Devil warned me that if ever he sees me in Hell again, he'll call the police on me.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
Take a little
puff, puff,
before you
pass, pass
judgment.
© Matthew Harlovic
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I smoke everyday
Pack the chalice, puff the herb
***** smoke fills me
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Slap da bass right up mon.
Slap da bass down low now.
Bump ya sweet ting a little closa.
I just wanna get to know ya.
Gettin' all blem on ya vibes.
You gettin' knocked down by mine.
Bend down, turn 'round, back it up right.
Wanna puff what I'm puffin' all night.
Me nose burns with wit smoke.
Me body's empty, waiting for ya touch.
The bass is slammin' in me ear drums.
The bass slappin' makes me face numb.
Beat poundin' as I slide over
Boombastic rydems like no otha'.
You da noicest ting I ever did see.
Lemme take ya home. Slap da bass wit me.
Slap it riiiiiight up
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Colorado,Colorado,
I wish I was in Colorado.
Where puffers stand in line
to have a good-old-time.
I wish you were in Colorado
and puff away your blues,
and have a restful snooze.
Where people laugh
out loud and make their puffers' cloud.
And people stop and stare
into thought provoking air,
and talk about the deeper things
in life.
Sensuous summer fills
my mind
between my munchies
all the time.
My tastebuds shout in glee
with popcorn near my reach
and soda made of peach.
Colorado, Colorado,
I hear you callin' me
forget about that tree
of good and evil be.
And smoke away-at times-
those nasty nursery rhymes
cramped between
folders made of black.
Colorado,Colorado,
I wish I was in Colorado
to get a mountain high.
Where puffers' stand in line
to have a good-old-time...
Since not allowed to light
we're allowed to write:
"Let the **** reign forever"
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
She envied the way
He talked to the saleslady
Asking her for a pack
Trying to charm her in every way.
She loathed the way
He used to puff smoke from his mouth
Smiling at the passers-by
In front of the hallway.
She hid his ashtray
In the bottom of the top drawer
He searched for it
From corner to corner.
She went away
Carrying her suitcase
Never left a word
When she knew
He had found the ashtray.
She’s gone for a week,
But three knocks came
From the front door
He thought it was her
But it was never.
She wrote him a letter,
The mailman said
Handed it to him
Along with an urn.
She said in the letter
She breathed
Every smoke he blew
And now,
She turned into
Like that powder in gray
On the ashtray.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
My daddy always told me
I would catch my hair
with flames.
I bow down to the
little black toaster;
praising his holy name.
Oh! Let me give thanks,
little black toaster,
for you have now fulfilled my every need.
I huff and puff
on filter stem;
hijacked cigarette now all mine.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC