Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Wednesday, Oct. 08, 2003 - 3:08 a.m.

Getting really tired now. Still writing.

I think you smokers out there will enjoy this one.

A Cigarette By Any Other Name

by Don Mann

At first there is a spark

The flame touches the paper, finds a home there

Filling my lungs with its presence, without air

I know it's bad for me, but I don't even care

The whisp of smoke rises, with the first inhale

It lingers a while, before me lurid and pale

My cigarettes are tiny relationships

Filling the holes of my needs

The fire is my first interest and passion

Like the first days of love, the growing seed

It stays with me, consuming me whole

I give it a home, though it's taking it's toll

I am anxious, my heart begins to race

Like a passionate kiss, I savour this taste

Everything is brighter now, the world stands still

I am loving every second, each instant a thrill

Then all at once you are gone, the fire's burnt out

The smoke is gone now, along with the taste from my mouth

And even though you'll leave my insides torn up and sore

I'll be running back to the smoke shop, to buy twenty more

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