Smoke

"Smoke"
December 26, 2009

Man, I'd love a smoke.
Just to take a single toke...
To hold a Newport in my hand
And to take a nice long drag...
I'd like to have another,
And another,
And another,
And another 'til I choke
'Cause of how damn much I smoke.
I'd like a pack a day,
And even two if I may.
And yet another one to kiss
With my mentholated lips,
And I don't mean just the tips
Where the fiberglass still drips.
Oh yes, I would kill for a smoke.
Just one drag... just one toke.
Just one breath from the smoke...
Or even a shotgun from your throat.
I want a smoke!
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!
Smoke until I choke and croak...

The Wind

"The Wind"
Dec. 26, 2009

The wind...
The wind...
Oh, how I loathe the wind...
It beats against
The world with fists
That never seem to end.
The wind...
The wind...
The endless, miserable wind...
It pushes down
Onto the ground
Strong structures built by men.
The wind...
The wind...
The god-forsaken wind...
I wish for rays
Of summer days
To come here once again
And rid us of the wind...
The wind...
This cold and winter wind...