One More Fag Poem by Mark R Slaughter

One More Fag



Death in the browned leaves
Transmits the stench
Into his lungs

Draws out the fluid;
Crab cells travel out
Through metastatic pain,

Become a new distortion;
Black-coated ruins
Beg for oxygen;

As a stop gap it helps;
That ‘just one more fag' talk
Did it

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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