When I light up
When I light up a plain cigarette,Open-ended like my life,
I become characters I am not,
Like a man who cheats on his wife,
When I've smoked it half way down
I'm the fastest gun in town,
I'm a flash-suited spiv,
I'm a hoodlum who can't forgive,
It's only when I suck on the dimp
That my alter-ego goes limp,
And as I stub it out with stealth,
I realise it's imagining that's
Bad for one's health.
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-06-21 at 17:39
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