I Love Smoking

except for
the way it

makes 
clothing
smell like
burnt poison

or the way

it makes
mouths
taste like
dead tissue
scraped
from a
burning
building

or the way

it tars
your [and
everyone
else around
you’s] lungs

or the way

the smoke
seeps
up through
air ducts
and invites

Itself through 
door cracks

giving you
[and
everyone
else around
you]
no choice
but to
partake
of it-

-which is
to say
-I fucking
hate it

except
the mindset
born of it;

distaste
with life
and slow
self-sabotage.

Comments

8 comments on “I Love Smoking”
  1. I loved this. I like its grown up, slightly aggressive punky reflection on the irritations then damaging pains of smoking. The end line so simply sums up the small pleasures.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. oiseauxwords says:

      🙂

      All my writing happens within a few minutes max, typically. I’ve never been one to put extended vigor into any of the aspects of my life I enjoy because it sucks the enjoyment out of them for me.

      The impulsivity and hurried pace were purposeful, that’s what much of what an addiction of this nature is – guttural pangs and eventual caving despite the harsh realities of damaging ourselves.

      Thank you for appreciating this piece, it means a lot.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. I love this. Perfectly mixes pains and punk sensibilities of smoking. The last line is perfection.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. chaos-xd says:

    A piece of writing with an honest and raw punch in it! 👌

    Liked by 1 person

    1. oiseauxwords says:

      😀 ya gonna make me blush

      Liked by 1 person

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