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.