- Apr 13, 2004
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Smoking cigarettes,
surrounded by a haze of smoke.
I cling to the last ember
of this thing that seems to give
me hope.
my nerves are raw,
my mind is a mess,
and the only thing that matters
is smoking to relieve this stress.
I kick my shoes off and unbutton my
shirt;
I settle back in the chaise and run my fingers
through my hair.
I have to make a choice of smoking
Winstons, Malboro Lights, Camels or Salems,
it really don’t matter just as long as I can get
comfortable, identify my stresses and nail them.
I’m smoking cigarettes and feeling so good,
a breeze coming through my open window and the ringer
cut off on the phone;
I’m laidback puffin’ and groovin’ to Nina Simone.
so I forget about my long day, and with each and every puff,
my stresses are gone;
I’m feeling good and relaxed smoking cigarettes and moving
to my groove in the privacy of my home.
Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ “Earth’s Wynne” Publishing
~Dior X. Robynsonne
*from my soon-to-be published book,
“Wynne of the Earth”
surrounded by a haze of smoke.
I cling to the last ember
of this thing that seems to give
me hope.
my nerves are raw,
my mind is a mess,
and the only thing that matters
is smoking to relieve this stress.
I kick my shoes off and unbutton my
shirt;
I settle back in the chaise and run my fingers
through my hair.
I have to make a choice of smoking
Winstons, Malboro Lights, Camels or Salems,
it really don’t matter just as long as I can get
comfortable, identify my stresses and nail them.
I’m smoking cigarettes and feeling so good,
a breeze coming through my open window and the ringer
cut off on the phone;
I’m laidback puffin’ and groovin’ to Nina Simone.
so I forget about my long day, and with each and every puff,
my stresses are gone;
I’m feeling good and relaxed smoking cigarettes and moving
to my groove in the privacy of my home.
Copyright 2004 Anno Domini/ “Earth’s Wynne” Publishing
~Dior X. Robynsonne
*from my soon-to-be published book,
“Wynne of the Earth”
