Smokes
Tapping the pack on the table,
dusk.
Turning the pack over
again and again
a mindless spin,
slowly
removing the cellophane covering.
Unfolding the foil,
pulling it off.
The pack hitting my fingers,
slightly
removing one as it pops out.
Picking up the matches,
striking,
smelling the sulfur as it flares.
In my mouth
I squint as I light it,
pulling in deep,
tasting
the tobacco as it moves around my mouth.
Inhaling deep filling my lungs,
experience
relief as it expands into my cells,
tingling.
Pursing my lips as I exhale,
smoke
watching it as it swirls,
curling in the diminishing light.
Sitting back I think,
tap, tap, taping on the edge
putting it to my lips again,
breathing in
the tip flashes as the embers burn,
inhale slowly, shut my eyes, exhale,
blow smoke rings into the night.
- raskin's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Yeah Right
Hazel,
This is just what I need as I am trying to quit. Sheesh!
Elroy
Good luck
Roy, it's been twenty years next year since I quit. It was the hardest thing I ever did and I still struggle with it. I loved to smoke, there was nothing better than kicking back and lighting one up the whole ritual. There came a point I loved breathing more. I haven't picked up another cigarette since because it was so hard to quit, I didn't ever want to go through that again. I still feel like smoking some days worse than others. This poem spoke to my addiction the urge never goes away. Although some I talk to say it does but for me it doesn't. I live with it, just another part of me. Happy
It Would Be Easy
Shirley,
I have been smoking for 48 years and it would be easy to quit if I didn't consider the little bastards my friends. They're the only companions I have that never give me any shit, a cough maybe, but never a hard time. Does that make any sense at all?
Ellroy
Sure does
Alvin, it was the hardest thing I ever did. Emotionally I was a mess to be honest about it, I was experiencing grief over a companion I had to give up if I wanted to continue to breathe. I didn't quit for anyone other than myself. I'm an addict in recovery from smoking. Simone
Makes Sense
Sylvia,
I guess one of the reasons that it's so hard for me is that I'm doing it for my wife and not for myself. Even though I know they are killing me I still enjoy smoking even if it does make me like a latter day leper in society. My doctor has me smoking Doral Ultra Lights because they only have 4 mg of nicotine. They truly suck. I have to draw in so hard to get any flavor that my eyeballs damned near pop out. I'm assuming I'll get so fed up with these crappy cigarettes that I'll finally decide it's just not worth the effort.
Stanley
I had to laugh
Mike, I remember those. Yuk is all I can say. I do remember sucking in half the cigarette and having an enormous ash hanging off the end. Then there was the game to see how long the ash would hold. Aggie
Different Subject
Andrea,
Did you by any chance read "Last Call Came Early Tonight"? I put a lot of effort in that piece and personally thought it told a great story and after more than 20 reads it has garnered not one comment. Maybe I'm expecting too much. What the hell, I think it's a well written fun piece.
Alexander
You just had
You just had sex didn't you?... nice write Raskin! Sorry I have not been in touch much I'm workimng about 80 hours a week though and my time is limited... i do work from home so I check in every now and then!
Ray AKA Yobarney