Denail
Some people live
Slow like they are gonna disappear
they cough but if you ask them they get
white eye and say no it was not me eye did not
cough it was not eye. It is the denial of a problem
that usually can and sometimes does result in death
My illustration says it best let’s talk about smoking.
There is use of state operated tobacco this is legal.
There is use of illegal M (ary) Jane and this is illegal.
There is pipes full of rock which is insane there is pipes
full of lots of other miscellany which is profane.
You were not meant to be a fire breathing Dragon.
At some point in your life you were a little boy
or little girl and you were breathing the air
or atmosphere. Eye could turn this into please
stop smoking so you would have your health
but then you never listen some people do
smoke on cancer ridden wards in hospitals
they gather on the death bed puffing
and buying it by the cartons.
Assembling coffins with nails
of tubes of nicotine in lengths
of usable portions. Strike the match light the fag.
No this is a serious message
and eye refuse to be nice.
Your lives are at stake. There is nothing tought about it.
So many people lived whole entire decades and never quit
and that makes it important for you to join them
in hell() wake up.
Iff even one person reads this and decides
they want to breathe
and live in health then eye get brown eye points.
A little poet humour. Yes ewe they are brown.
And eye don’t smoke and eye don’t drink alcohol.
And eye breathe the air in the atmosphere
pretending to be human an android
eye seem the same as ewe but differant.
Eye no longer part mye hair is sort of
lusterless and eye wear woll a lot.
Page Two. Coming up. Paul Harvey here. Good day.
An obvious paroday of smoke. Denail.
Who will read mye poetry will there be a lieberry in the future of mankind where people turn the books like dimes spent in the slot will they find CharlaX in the melting pot of crucible so many more deserving people write the Asimov and the Heinlein will always be the ones the children want. Perhaps unheeded the book of CharlaX Prose sits on the very last row and gathers dust and moss. Will the last lieberrian perhaps just read the covers one last time and pause. Take down the CharlaX book with trembling hands long used to reading love. And he will never read another book because he fell in love with poem prose and the way this man writes things from his heart he started a reading journey that will not soon depart from start. What is the end of time but novels in our hands the sky shoots clouds across the day turns into night the flashlights come out and still we would not part with book for death. Depending on what is it about not the length for eye have read some very long books because eye was interested and life itself took second place the bed forgotton eye must keep reading Father Mother dear eye am going camping to sleep in mye bookreading again. Perhaps the lieberrian will find all the charlax poems so interesting he will make a light at nite perhaps a General Store left open in the holocost with a flashlight and several thousand batteries on hand after all he has the time. He handles each page with alacrity of age fingers start at the edges and stop and start in a paroday of confused moments meant to halt the passing of time and enjoying some one elses writtings oh to be able to write like this how does this man pen these odes of wisdom. Then one day the book of CharlaXProse falls from withered hands as the man goes gently to his GOD and life is gone. He sleeps like all the rest of them the bombs have come but for several days perhaps weeks a few months of time perhaps years had come and gone the death of falling bombs have missed the old liberrian. Long enought for him to find a reason to read and light the night. Read all the poems Who Will.
