Rhythm

Robusto surrenders to first flame casts its cloud to its breeze puff puff suck it down ‘tween my fingers take it down fire in the belly keep on fannin’ fight its fade light its fire hour later feel the shade.

9 Replies to “Rhythm”

  1. The poem “works”, the rhythm happens in an unexpected way. There is a link for smokers between the act and writing. It gets tied up together, the way getting high and getting drunk (see Dylan Thomas) does for others. I live with a man who smoked since his teens. The therapy for lung cancer is hell on earth. I urge you to quit…now!

    1. OK – for me a bit of a teaser since I tried to determine if you were writing about the pleasure of “smoking”. Am I right? If so, you nailed it!

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