Countless cigarettes, they mark my time of mourning <br />Ash trays full to the brim emptied, they sign my lines of dawning <br />When the stress and strain evaporate <br />And my limbs are free of tension, <br />The tension of a disembodied mind disembowled by fate <br />And necessity turned her visage to my pity <br />Which welled and disappeared like a roaming heart <br />That made a mockery of my life, my art.<br /><br />David Levitas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cigarettes-5/
