In Cigarettes, each poem in the collection descibes a scene, which all together represents a story.
From the book:
I.
You walk trough walls
You haunt my every step
I cannot shake you
You spread your love in the air
And you wait for me to breath
You whisper my name loudly
Calling me in my sleep
I try to move on
For my own
Sake and sanity,
You’ve promised you’d be here
And to that
I hold my drink up
And I hold true.
II.
The taste of her lips is wondrous—
The infinite passion,
The fiery rage.
Spices too bold for a
Delicate tongue to handle
The taste of her lips—
Velvet and kisses,
Strawberries and cream,
Blood red lipstick
Creating a bold scene.
The taste of Strawberry is my favorite—
A passion, a flame
The endless, abundant Flow of creativity.
III.
She’s a good girl
Turned bad
She once was good
Now she’s bad
An unmarried whore
A shameless slut
She does not care
She was in love
She does not care
With a man who
Done
Betrayed her trust
Killed her love
Killed her heart
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t care
She made love to him
One last time
She called him a name
She climbed on top
Sliced his throat
The blood pours out
She’s on his corps
A shameless slut
An unmarried whore.
