Cigarettes for Breakfast
Israel Simmons

Exchange the golden
crisps
for a nicotine tip
 
Inhaling hope,
exhaling fears and worries
what’s wrong?
 
Toxic smoke fills
damage lungs
too close to that delicate heart
but not
enough
to break down
those superior walls
pause.
 
On the count of three
breath
one, two ---
never reached three.
 
Refusing to let go
of that burning,
wasteful smoke
In all,
for what?
 
Filling hollow chambers
with sorrowful
remainders
of what
the drug has
to offer
 
And losing minds
takes time
but it’s all the same
 
Breaking the seal,
drowning loneliness in a carton
continuing like this,
how can you heal?
 

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