John Cusack in “Say Anything” said “The rain on my car is a baptism.”
Well, it’s not.
The rain on my car is a car wash,
The rain on my face is a baptism.
And the sweet, sweet smoke for my Marlboro Red 100
As it sears down my throat and blackens my lungs
Is Communion.
Fuck the ‘body and the blood’ it’s all about the Holy… Smoke.
Who needs bread and wine?
Smoking a cigarette in the rain is a religious experience.
And I don’t even believe in God.
Author notes
Written to myself while on a cigarette break at work. i think it's more written to be said aloud, slam poetry-esk.
A contest entry
- I want all poems about RAIN by Atrus.
1000 points, ended September 21, 70 entries
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I love this; "Fuck the ‘body and the blood’ it’s all about the Holy… Smoke.
Who needs bread and wine?
Smoking a cigarette in the rain is a religious experience.
And I don’t even believe in God."
a descriptive answer to a question I have always asked myself. and you said it with such simplicity. I really enjoyed this!
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i love the way this is written....
i don't personally smoke, but this is done so well i can really see what you mean, and the bluntness and simplicity of this convey the message extremely well. nice write!
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