Monday, August 06, 2007




The Smokey Life


This is where
the mouth meets the fire,
this is where the ashes
refuse to die.
This is you,
the nicotine
that keeps me hooked,
this is me,
the clueless unsuccessful quitter.
This is them,
the killers of everyday innocence.
The papers call them tragedies,
the raped, the burnt, the dead.
This is what we see,
sheets and sheets of trash
on the bedroom window.
This is today,
where I refuse to belong.
This is yesterday,
when everything was clean and clear.
This is tomorrow,
an addict's desperate attempt
to let go of old easy habits
caught on in times declared
'oh so terrible'
by the ubiquitous them.

9 comments:

Gaizabonts said...

:-)

Tell me no more of enchanted days said...

Oh wise one, what does that smile mean now? :)

blow said...

this is beautiful!

i love that picture.

Tell me no more of enchanted days said...

thanks dear..i'm glad u liked it :)

Gaizabonts said...

sometimes a smile is just a smile :)

Tell me no more of enchanted days said...

if u say so..i'm so used to u commenting, that i wasn't satisfied with just a smile. needed ur words on the post...

Drumster said...

We all see life in a different way. Some see it clearly some see it through the smoke. Isnt world the same though? Its just a matter of perception. Some choose to see, some refrain. I think I am blabbering. Very well written like all the others. :)

Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon,
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
enter the hot dream,
come with us.
Everything is broken up, and dances.

Tell me no more of enchanted days said...

thanks jay, glad u liked it... smoke isn't just something one sees..even those who don't see it, can sense it..

and i'm guessing that's morrison?

phish said...

"the clueless unsuccessful quitter"

i too am one of them. measuring my life from one lit end to the other. a hopeless, morbid calculation of remaining seconds.