Opprobrium of Smoking

1997

Breadth, of irie,
Shrinking,
Window streaking,
Terminus collision,
In sun day years old,
Spit-spattering,
Raindrops....
And puffs by the fire,
pull farmers,
splish on cow meadow,
tree copsed,
hill fraught, in maternal concern.
All chaperoned, and innocent...

Sin say.
Without condoning.

Once half-inched
an irie,
gratis smoke.

'Twixt motors,
choosing, this from that.

Your lotus. Both seek
to gain. To two seekers,
I lay claim..

In subterranean inbreath,
One, too-deigns.

                               jimtom say...