for Anna Pashen
My addiction is adored by my brain
which finds reward in my pose,
in a good nicotine dose,
in spite of my lungs and their stain.
Let me be an experimental ground
where Caffe and Nico can be found
making teen love after a meal.
What evils this evil can heal!
And before aiming your next protest
here at my poetic smoking
remember that oil or coal burning
should rank higher in your manifest.
[The truth is I am yet quite unsure
if I smoke to put an end to me
or to do away with passive thee.
Ah, this indecision is my sole allure.]
