Smokers
listen, I am an oral person
just like you
but i can create air
full of stories even without smoke and fire
unlike you -
smoke and fire fill up the air
Your hand fingers shackled with killer sticks
cremate lungs
incinerate hearts prematurely
lips form a dark opening hole
unseen symbolic skull of nicotine-caused death
swallowing blaze of fury
sucking slow suicide for the 6 ft. grave
Listen again
I am an oral person
I haven't seen healthy tips
from “cool” flavor of cigar -
even for status symbol
nor state of belongingness
but it's a demon bluff with tricky filter
menthol bait, suave along nostril passage so smooth
savour as the chain smoker
fills up the air with cool – high stories
and speaks fallacies, pre-echoes of last well and testament
yes he utters it even before releasing passive smoke
Listen again
my friendly smokers
save life, save the air
save your remaining counted days
a clandestine message from an oral person
and that's all my concern
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cigarette-slow-suicide-for-the-6-ft-ground/
