Tag Archives: cigarettes

Staring Contest

I’ve been having a staring contest with an empty pack of Pall Mall Reds for months now. It’s been bounced around in the wind from the gutter to the grass. It greets me in the morning and I say good … Continue reading

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Airports/Notebook/Montage

The Student Light in a Car is the Low Gas Light. A whole day in a seat. Without a cigarette. Sober/a warm bar downtown and me outside in the rain/so alone/feeling nothing except the rain/aftermath of sleep/concrete digging into the … Continue reading

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Too Smart

People like to say to me, “You’re too smart for this.” I had these thoughts while I was standing outside smoking a cigarette (ashes dancing in the wind like those little black flies) and watching the construction site across from … Continue reading

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The Worst Cigarette of All Time

Northern Alberta a wind howls through everything and in the corner of a smoke pit I lean against a chain link fence in the middle of a thunderstorm hearing the rain smack the pavement with zeal as it knocks the … Continue reading

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Travelling Mind

Jaded and bitter but calm like claiming the best seat on a crowded bus that you had to fight to get on. Lighting a victory cigarette to calm the nerves as the bus rolls out of a conquered city and … Continue reading

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True Love

Merry Christmas everyone. Or happy holidays. Whatever you want.  She was a dolled up redhead with skin that tasted like urinal cakes drinking cheap gin with a slice of browning lemon and smoking those thin cigarettes that never fit in … Continue reading

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Bicycles and Pianos

Cold coffee slept all day dreamed I was trying to ride a bike and that I could play the piano. I took it as real good proof I can do things I never thought I could and that old unforgettable … Continue reading

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