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Her Wildfire Addiction (Free verse) by molly Her dirty fingers are magnets
to the slender Marlboros.
Her ashtray, full and black
as tall as a child's sandcastle.
When she sighs, she exhales
and the ashes fly
spreading across the carpet like
a wildfire of bees
attacking its prey without mercy.
She thinks she's in Heaven--
She thinks she's killing time--
She thinks there ain't a worry in the world--
When she's got her cigarettes.
Oh, Mama, Mama
Do you love your cigarettes more than me?
Oh, Mama, Mama
It's not only *you* you're killing.
Up the ladder:
on passing through some small town
Down the ladder:
Return to Kadath
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.3333335
Posted: July 30, 2002 6:11 PM PDT; Last modified: July 30, 2002 6:11 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.974745 Overall Rank: 1341 Comments:
Oh gin..how could you treat me this way
Cigarette poems seem extremely popular and frankly i think this poem stinks. I'm very rarely hyper critical and will certainly read a selection of a poets work if i have a negative reaction to one of their pieces. I hope i like another piece better. The last stanza sounds like it was written by someone who does not use English as their first language. "Oh Mama"! .0.
i had no idea cigarette poems were popular.
there's a reason why i didn't choose another word for "mama." in chinese, "mother" sounds like "mama," and this poem, obviously, is about mine. any other synonym for "mama" would sound too impersonal. yes, i'm chinese, and english certainly isn't my first language, but it's what i speak and use 99% of the time, especially when i will be studying mass journalism at harvard next fall. oh yes, i'm also rarely hyper critical--of people, that is--but it's evident that you have absolutely no aesthetic appeal whatsoever and probably stink since you live in england. 171 view(s)
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is the spark
of this worlds retribution from the dark...
Keep caring girl, Da1....