JewelStock '96

This Cigar

     This cigar will not leave me
     and I too lazy to get my book
     write on random pages
     to further dizzy and dilute
     any scrap of discipline I had dreamt I had gained
     by this silly age of 22.

     Not even coated in nickel, or copper.
     Just a harsh brass, that stares me down, in the mirror.
     On nights like this, while my lover sleeps
     His razor-sharp princess disillusioned by falling stars.
     And hunted by tulips at three am.