- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Marlboro
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Click hereThe water drops echoed like thunder.
They were synchronized with his puffs.
For every two droplets, he took in a deep breath,
For the third, he would let out the smoky haze.
Drip, Drip, Puff, Drip, Smooookkkeeeeeee.
He would let out the smoke slowly, as if trying to release his life into it.
The smoke would sinew up and around his face, temporarily hiding it,
Then it would find its way down the hall and through my hair,
In bed where I lay, listening.
His smoky life embracing me.
The sink he would abandon, just like us.
Mama would yell at him for hours,
“Stop the dripping!”
It drove her crazy.
We knew it wasn’t the sink.
At night I lay awake,
drip drip drip.
It was a well-learned tune that he played.
A goodnight lullaby.
His eyes would glaze over,
They matched the smoky haze that surrounded him.
There, but quickly fleeting.
He abandoned the sink,
but he took his
Marlboros
with
him.
- COMMENTS
steve porterover 14 years agoThis poem really rocks. You have natural, poetic talent. I like the linear direction, the mood you've created, the natural rhythm of the language. Keep writing!
