i\'ve sucked
a desert\'s draught
of dry smoke.

heard the silent
sibulent hints
of cancerous innuendo
that sleeps between
dried leaves, nearly
2 decades of plodding ash.

once we thought this was cool;
that we 
called the tune
& the bugler would lead
us to reason.

science
and bitter experience
has shown
we have been lead
only to an early grave.

but at least we looked good
on the way there--
and for a moment, death too,
was something to be laughed at
with each heedless breath.

it is a romance
as much as madness,
this courtship of death,
an image in a cracked mirror.

cigarretes
have taught us much
about the lost art
of dying gracefully (& dis,)
and of the things we miss

while choking on regret.

Ah, this poem holds so much meaning - It\'s a brilliant share HAP.

I\'m probably overlooking something, yet I like how each part doesn\'t follow a specific structure. The words really do flow nicely and each section is just as good as the last.

Keep \'em coming!

My favorite part of the reborn PAO?  I get to read more poetry from one of my favorite poets.  PUBLISH YOUR WORK AND SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD MY GOOD MAN!!  Let\'s do it together.  I\'m 100% serious.SIBULANT!!!!  I was actually just looking at that word recently with an eye towards wrapping it in a phrase laced with alliteration, of course you beat me to it.  \"silent sibulant hints\"  Once again, perfect perfect perfect@!@I hope you know dear HAP that when I say you are one of my favorite poets I am not just messing with you, I really mean it.  I want to be the charter member and president of your fan club, I hope you will consider it.

Hi HAP, I enjoyed this submission of yours.