A Poem about me becoming a smoker,
or
A Short Term Solution is Still a Solution
paco wkorea
Lesson #1:
For easy access to badly locked doors, here’s the key:
Handshakes and conversations on the street and sitting in haze on stoops.
For easy access, your hand gestures are decipherable code,
your facial expressions are new and improved like the aisles in supermarkets.
For easy access, the smells are rotten and dripping in your mouth,
and everyday is like the corpse of winter, our souls floating up to heaven.
Lesson #2:
For the perfect moment, try sitting in a chair next to a window,
and try placing that window so that it looks out onto a cracked brick wall.
For the perfect moment, try hanging out that window,
and try wandering your eyes over to the sidewalk where people slip by and laugh.
For that perfect moment, don’t hesitate to shiver at the cold stars,
and don’t hesitate to snicker at the fat man in the window across the way, hands in pants.
Lesson # 3:
For those short term solutions to short term problems, smell the forest fires,
and pencil in the arithmetic: continual short term solutions over a long period may work.
For the long walks with nothing to think about, shifty eyes and hunched shoulders, listen carefully to ramblings on balconies, sex behind stone, sprinkler wet grass.
For your scratched armed friends and pretty faced enemies, share the wealth;
there’s no need for health in a slowburn suicide, no plastic bottles, no swaying from trees.
