I think I'm smoking too much too many cigarettes And with a sore throat coming on why don't I Get to bed watch a string Of late movies there're some pretty good ones on Tonight the apartment is colder than Usual when it's usually verging on broiling if I were A lobster I wouldn't be getting a sore throat and certainly Wouldn't be smoking and cigarettes are so high In New York an odd situation in Vermont I'm going to stop smoking even Though I love to smoke like a Turk in Tulsa the cigarettes are cheaper and Dick Is smoking them up pretty soon he'll be back To enjoy the luxury of smoking as opposed to the habit I ought to read Cendrars but He makes me want to smoke and squint and hit Someone in the heart as you've hit me Every day this week and I'm glad I don't drink so there | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TEMPTRESS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |