Double Dactyl
Seattle Smokers
You can't walk down a street in
with a cigarette in your mouth
and expect to have a pack left
by the time you get home.
It doesn’t happen like that.
Your cigarette
while a hazard light to non-smokers,
is a candle in a dark cave of tension
to the rest
and they will ask you
if you can spare one
they will ask you
if you’ve got a light
“Can I get one off you, man?”
It’s been a hard night.
They pat their pockets—
all out.
Run their hands through their hair—
They’ve got the craving
That you obviously understand.
They form one hand
into a gentle claw;
ready to grasp panic-relief.
By the time you reach your destination
you’ve talked to more strangers
and smoked fewer cigarettes
that you ever wanted to
on a dark city street.
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The unwritten code
that if you smoke, you understand
and if you understand, you commiserate
and if you commiserate, you share
and share
and share
-
after all,
they’d give you one, too
if they had it.
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Penis
I Read Between the Lines, It's True
Your cover
is creative
your acknowledgments
concise
you tell your stories quickly
as I flip
right through
your life
you start to sound real distant
because I stopped to find a pen
if you wouldn’t mind
and have the time
could you start all over again?
I like this part
it's layered
and it's deep
and I want to know
what happened there
to make those thoughts
complete
you leave a lot of space
between
passages of thought
do you need advice
or just an ear?
you told me
but I forgot.
I really want
to listen.
I mean it.
I do.
but I cannot stop to listen
while I’m
reading
you.