Burning Cigarette (( Spoken Word ))
By: Julia L. Clark
Strolling,
The flames
To the lighter
of my cigarette.
The corvette
Of fresh wet paint smiles
and people hiding off
In the trees of love.
As my smile
Just stepped out the
Bath tub and
Dried off agony.
As it’s a habit
To put on fashion show
Kodak flash deodorant
When I have funky nicotine
Breath with a off guard pose.
Suppose I be a top model
And in full throttle
Drink the bottle of beauty
Curse, but before I do
Let me read the label of
Black and white side
Affects so I will know
The reason on the hold
Up of my royalty
Check. But the umbrella
Ella said run like a thief
In the night are you
Will be caught up by
The mob gangsters of rain.
But my mentality
Is to old to grow unfroze,
So I take the expressions in
My black and white expressions
And let you read my ashes
In everyday section ,
Of head line poetry news
Have you lately looked
Under the elegant of my neo
Soul shoes. I have the eyes
Of a story and a smile
That speaks in I am
Beautiful glory,
But you haven’t even given
Me a chance now have you?
And you haven’t even
Offered me your courtesy
And give
The opportunity
Of let me
Learn more about
Your flames ,
As you are
A photographer
Giving direction
To the lighter in
My face expression
Cigarette.
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