Saturday,Feb 10 2007, 04:25:26 PMMarlboro Red and a Guitar...

The glowing embers of my cigarette
drift in the blackness ahead and
I breathe in the smoothness,
now immune to its acidic bite.
The mellow notes of my one broken guitar
melt like hot honey,
rolling over my soul.
I wonder, what do they think I play
of the guitar strings of my  darkened mind?, just because of me smoking...
there's something about the smell of a marlboro red.... 

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