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Smoke Break
by jing javier

Thursday, October 17, 2002

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Alone, in front of the expanse of black,
Light from the side but faith no more,
A moment to ponder before I crack,
And I reach for the pain without a sore.

It eludes me, that devious and sly thought,
Leaving the notion of immense disease,
A smile - receiving the item that I sought,
But it's a lie - I'm brought to my knees.

One, the sender, blinks and turns away,
Finding solace in personal deceptions,
Letting this helpless being cry and stray,
Upon the brink of futile conceptions.

Once - just maybe - there had been the rose,
Impish grins shining to respond in aluminum,
but the heart - it feels what the mind knows,
Sensing pain in edifices and a small crumb.

Falling, now, with no signs of stopping known,
Occasional hints with the facade of light to see,
Snapping and breaking every single bone,
Yet one would see an untouched body.

Light - the purifying source of all knowledge and lies,
That Mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts,
Here - no, perhaps there, light returns and deeply sighs,
Streaming the curling smoke of darkened cigarettes.

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Reviewed by richard poor 10/21/2002
very good! such a common thing put so well...
Reviewed by Tim Horton (Reader) 10/17/2002
I wouldn't trade my last smoke for anything in the world (unless it was enough money to buy myself another pack). For me it's a sanctuary away from work, I can be in my own place.
Lovely write nonetheless, very good verse.

Reviewed by Victor Jensen 10/17/2002
Yes I used to smoke and I really enjoyed it. Now I get just as much pleasure from clean air when I'm lucky enough to find it. - Vic
Reviewed by Roger Ochs 10/17/2002
"That mundane objects re-attaching mortal debts"
What a great line!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) 10/17/2002
great stuff
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader) 10/17/2002
I remeber smoke breaks when i smoked.. aah
they use to seem to be my heaven here.. R&R...
Funny I do not miss them anymore..
Good Write!!!!
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader) 10/17/2002
this is good... i'm off to have one now :)
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader) 10/17/2002
my first read of the day and my goodness this was a most amazing write. If I smoked, well I would probably light up now.
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