His first couple of lines goes like this:
"Gross, loathsome. Trays and plates loaded / like rain gutters, butts crumpled and damp with gin, / ashes still shedding the rank breath of exhaustion- / nevertheless, an integral part of human evolution, like reading."
Here is my Improv':
Cigarette
Inhale and my lungs fill
the cavity, the signals
dancing through a marrowed-
respiration. Extend your
hell into my cells,
your army of disguised
demons. Riding through my veins
till they arrive, commandeering.
Speak a fitted soliloquy to obvious
tissue, invade the high peaks
of my bronchi. Ignite this token
of your essence and marry my
dense ventilated maze, enclosed in
its hardened cage. How easily
you crumble this barricade, this
tight structure. I cannot stand
your treatment, the fossilized
concrete, inhalation of my diaphragm.
Carry me on the wings of your
death, fly away from oxygen
they say gives support and ingest
me in your last prayer.
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