Milk essence of smoke replenishes
Luscious donuts of rings
Jazz kings dangle long ones, plucking bass
Silken ladies,
Even in England’s finest hours
Courier de bois maintained keep
And I
Strange how we perform
lungs … yeah, nicotine
Stoke it now .. inhale … deeply
intoxicate
medulla oblongata
Genetically predisposed are We
Almost guaranteed by addictive nature
to systematically loiter an ash hanging
tender reed … of tobacco-kill on wet lip
flute mid air in dance, ending struggle to survive
as cool air spirals animated shapes, to twist in certain death
saturating jute joints,
mixing clinks
of whiskey sours and warmed B&Bs
sway warm bodies in rhythm
veils of smoke steal innocent lungs
and Billy sings a blue rhapsody
while gardenia spray wilts in shiny hair
cigars made way to Winston’s effervescence
on twists of precious tobacco,
making trade
with beaver pelt
I too, held captive
in this deadly sport of kings…
with tarnished fingers
choking on milk essence of killer weed
refusing to admit the harm
as We follow the masses, in Freudian poise per say