Cigarette Sunday Cravings

by Vanesa   Oct 5, 2012


It fills his mouth,
& I'm envious.
He inhales & all the cigarette smoke fills his lungs.
& I am envious.
Like little angels gracefully dancing upon the air, he exhales, & fills the room with addiction.
& I am very envious; I'm craving for that fix.
& you waste no time covering your mouth with mine.
Your hand still holds my obsession & I watch the little angels dance, the cherry burns, ashes fall.
Your mouth tastes like cigarettes.
Cigarette. Only one. I. Want. Only. One.
You release my mouth, & take another drag, only you didn't inhale.
& you get closer.
& you blow all the little angels into my mouth.
They circle in my mouth, seep into my lungs.
& now I'm exhaling hearts, but they keep fading.
& I'm now filled with contempt.
& I'm sure, that you, you will never fade away.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 11 years ago

    by Amy

    First off, the title was good. I like the sibilance there and I don't often check the category so when I realized this was in the slang section of the site and it had all the "&" symbols, I thought it wouldn't be that good, but I'm glad I read it.
    I could relate with this poem because I too have a person in my life who has this exact same vice and you penned this so well. The repetitions of 'and' with starting each sentences and within the middle gave this a thick, sort of heavy atmosphere and it felt like a dramatic film. It is beautiful. The descriptions--I love so much. The metaphor of little angels dancing as the smoke, "cherry burns" was so unexpected, so original yet so sweet in a way. Awesome write.

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I've never really read anything quite like this and I love how you showed the image of him smoking his cigarette constantly, and how you want to be his only one. It was so unique and such a fresh thought...it intrigued me greatly!

    I barely read slang poems on here, maybe a few every year but I'm going to have to start reading more. This had a great flow and I liked your repetition of "& I'm" or "& you".
    I was really baffled in the beginning as to why you were envious....I know smoking can be addiction for people quite easily, even from the very first cigarette, but it was amazing how you gave that consistent description of "angels" and how you crave and want something like it from him.

    "& you get closer.
    & you blow all the little angels into my mouth.
    They circle in my mouth, seep into my lungs.
    & now I'm exhaling hearts, but they keep fading.
    & I'm now filled with contempt.
    & I'm sure, that you, you will never fade away."

    This was one of my favorite parts....never could imagine smoke as angels before but here you really have me seeing them. I like how you mentioned seeping into your lungs, like they enter your body, become part of you. The "exhaling hearts" was so striking, and also sad that the truth is the smoke of it fades away.

    The last line had me pondering that difference between the smoke and this person: how sure you are now, how this is your one last promise to believe in?

    Really great write, don't have any suggestions here, I enjoyed it immensely. thanks for sharing :)

More Poems By Vanesa