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She Drinks Smoke

Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 7:32 pm
by Mike Daniels
She Drinks Smoke

She drinks smoke;
her death depends on it
and she anticipates fate
on a cloud of contempt
for opinion.

She wears a wreath
of blue-grey diaspora
and a sneer, uncaring
of her disgrace,
her alienation.

He turns away,
turns relationships
to ash.

Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 8:23 pm
by Catherine Edmunds
People who smoke themselves to death... cannot see what they are doing to those around them. They think it's their affair, no concern of anyone else. But 'no man is an island'. They're wrong.

Painfully accurate writing. 'snear' should be 'sneer', but that's the only glitch in a very fine poem.

Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 9:27 pm
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
Good poem Mike...

Smoker here :oops: ...

Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:01 am
by Mike Daniels
thanks guys

I have the worst of both worlds, being an ex-smoker of long standing, that is a long standing smoker with a thirty+ a day habit and that was when I rolled my own. Nowadays, I preach to the unconverted as only the recently converted can do (well, to be honest, its not 'can do' its 'do do,' and we shouldn't, except it makes us feel better about ourselves - a kind of 'look-at-me-aren't-I-good' kind of thing.)

Sadly, I used to enjoy smoking. I also enjoy life, and given the choice, as basically I was, between the two, I chose life. Blame it all on Ewan McGregor and Irving Walsh then, for reducing all existence to absurdities.


Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 4:28 am
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
I have to admit. I am having more trouble than I thought I would quitting. Any tips anyone may have, would be really welcome. Thanks...

I know exactly how Dave Allen felt...

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