The way it dances
curls
the smoke,
it laughs
around your fingers
(or mine)
‘Tis tickling your skin, caressing your nose
all blue and white
and the ashes fall
like snow
touching the metal
tinkling in the ashtray
- though it might all be black
as well.
And the smoke
- it fills your lungs
the poison gas makes you whole
inhale.exhale
fascinating;
Why does it make you happy?
dirty air – in your body
that’s what it is.
Jesus must’ve smoked
releasing you.
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