A Poem by SketerMichaels


Author: SketerMichaels
Created: December 17, 2016 at 10:20 pm
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Romance | Humor | Weird
Upload Stats: 169 views

Marlboro Menthol Lights

She’s a lil’ shellfish
of the truck driving kind.
A mystery unshelved
three words at a time,

Through the motion of curls,
and that smile she wears.
In crustacean worlds
her stopp-ed speech fares,

So fair and just to me,
getting cigs each night,
watching her reach
upward and right,

Right as eyes cross
over register tape.
Addition and subtraction
aren’t her only bait.

If outside gave insight
to what’s inside the hull
surely, yes surly
I’d swallow her whole.

Cuz she’s a shell fish
at the end of the line;
a bad habit’s habit
that's as easily mine.



Last Modified: February 26, 2017 at 08:48 pm
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Author Notes


I wrote this back in the early 90's when I used to smoke and had a slight crush on a girl who worked behind the register at the convenience store where I always bought cigarettes. I've decided to resurrect several of my old poems that I still have laying around just to hear what people might think.


 
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