When I used to smoke only outside, I'd come back in and jot down a few lines of what I'd seen.
Some of these lines became poems.  Not all twenty of these were cigarette poems originally, but they
all share with those the quality of registering a moment of being in space-time. Just click on a cigarette
to go to a poem.  From any of the poems, you can click on one of the cigarettes to go to another poem,
or on the pack to go back to this page.
The 1st The 2nd The 3rd The 4th The 5th The 6th The 7th The 8th The 9th The 10th   The 11th The 12th The 13th The 14th The 15th The 16th The 17th The 18th The 19th Take the Last One

Go to

Go to