4 Packs of Cigarettes

by on December 30, 2019 :: 1 comment

4 x 10 that’s forty!
death seeks asylum
one breath at a time

O! I’m meaning to go out
like a blazing old cannon
smirk on the face!
scoff on the lips!
And a whole rib cage full of
ashes for flesh!

I thought you’d ask me to stop
but you didn’t
Ruth! Let me vanish in the river in autumn!

– Hirak Dasgupta

editors note:

Oof! Or maybe we’ll resolve, once more. OK, Ruth? – mh clay

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