Poetry

Pageantry in Prose

A man with words?

Like cigarettes.

You smoke your thoughts.

You feel it yet?

That certain, subtle

Braided hue-

When thoughts erupt

Inside of you.

And paper is your

Limelight sky.

The pen your night.

Your firefly.

To we who write

It's Symmetry.

The written word

Nicotine.

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