October 19th 2010 – 2nd April 2012
It’s been one year, five months, and fourteen days since I last
rolled a perfect paper tube
stuffed with headily-fragranced tobacco leaves
(shredded, moist and elastic)
sealed with a soul kiss
tipped with a cardboard roach
(slipped tight into the paper rectum where I
pressed my lips)
lit by a manly Zippo and from which I could
draw deep dark breaths,
taste bitter lungfuls of satisfying inspiration,
strike poses of moody brooding attractive intensity and, if you
ask me, I’ll
tell you I don’t
miss the habit.
Ashley Lister
