Despite what Freud says sometimes a cigar is MORE than a cigar.
I snap open my cigar case to see them nestled there, fragrant and passive. Fingers dance across brown piano keys I am the master here & will do what I please.
Selecting one at random I coax it out --what a tease! running the length of the cigar under my nose I inhale deeply savoring the suggestion of smoke & fire.
A knife to nip & the wounded tip stuck quickly in my mouth my tongue taps the cut, plays with it gently like a sore tooth. Then a wooden match flares and I burn and suck burn and suck burn and
suuuuuck the smoke in filling the wet, pink cave of my mouth until, bursting-- I can't hold any more without swallowing I un-HINGE my jaw --pause, here-- the smoke rolling rolling rolling out like dragon's breath. I don't move my lips but my eyes half-close & the smoke crawls back up my face following the contours of my cheekbones my nose piping up my eyebrows in small columns finally ending in curling horns atop my head.
I am the devil.
With the red-tip of my cigar-tongue glowing I puff & suck & bite down BITE down leaving marks (I am the master here) until the cigar is small enough to pull the whole thing into my mouth at which point with one long l i n g e r i n g drag I put out the light, put out the light.
& when some Freudian analyst with fashionable glasses & a pursy mouth glares, wrinkles his nose at the fine smoke wreathing around & touching me everywhere I laugh mashing the stub more vigorously and SNAP my cigar-tin shut fast enough to make him flinch.
And with each harsh bark of humor, puff puff puffing smoke out of my smiling mouth I lean close closer comfortable in my mastery & majesty & say
mister, the DEVIL made me do it.
copyright 8 June 1995 by jewel (Julieann M. Brown-Micko)
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Bert is looking very good :-)
Ode to a Cigar
Despite what Freud says
sometimes a cigar is
MORE
than a cigar.
I snap open my cigar case
to see them nestled there,
fragrant and passive.
Fingers dance across
brown piano keys
I am the master here
& will do what I please.
Selecting one at random
I coax it out
--what a tease!
running the length of the cigar
under my nose
I inhale deeply
savoring the suggestion
of smoke
& fire.
A knife to nip &
the wounded tip
stuck quickly in my mouth
my tongue taps the cut,
plays with it gently
like a sore tooth.
Then a wooden match flares
and I burn and
suck
burn and
suck
burn and
suuuuuck
the smoke in
filling the wet, pink cave
of my mouth
until,
bursting--
I can't hold any more without
swallowing
I
un-HINGE
my jaw
--pause, here--
the smoke
rolling
rolling
rolling out
like dragon's breath.
I don't move my lips but my eyes
half-close &
the smoke crawls back up
my face
following the contours of
my cheekbones
my nose
piping up my eyebrows in
small columns
finally ending in curling horns
atop my head.
I am the devil.
With the red-tip of my cigar-tongue
glowing
I puff & suck
& bite down
BITE down
leaving marks
(I am the master here)
until the cigar is small enough
to pull
the whole thing into my mouth
at which point
with one long
l i n g e r i n g
drag
I put out
the light,
put out the light.
& when some Freudian analyst
with fashionable glasses
& a pursy mouth
glares,
wrinkles his nose
at the fine smoke
wreathing around &
touching me
everywhere
I laugh
mashing the stub more vigorously
and
SNAP
my cigar-tin shut
fast enough to make him flinch.
And with each harsh bark
of humor,
puff puff puffing
smoke
out of my smiling mouth
I lean close
closer
comfortable in my mastery
& majesty
& say
mister,
the DEVIL made me do it.
copyright 8 June 1995 by jewel (Julieann M. Brown-Micko)
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