Exit, Lighting a Cigarette

Cigarettes are bad
Cuz they make me cough
Days after I smoke them.
They make my clothes smell
And take up all my money.
They make my sugar honey
Not wanna be near me for the smell.

Devil be damned
Fie ever quit my cigarettes.
Cigarettes is all I got
When my health keeps me indoors,
When I lose my shirt,
When I got no money,
When my sugar honey
Leaves me for a man who lights a
Cigarette After,
While she curls up on his arm.

Cigarettes ain't no god-damn harm

Intro

Hint of whiskey
Shot of gin,
Taste of vodka
From the rim,
Pounding Natty,
Everclear,
Wine from boxes
Cheapest beer.
Head in a bucket of jungle juice,
Hand on the fabric of her caboose,
Shifting figures
Shifting lights,
Not understanding the purpose of night
We hoist the stein and press the day
Beyond what dad would deem ok,
Fraternité, fraternité!
We hoist the stein, forget the day,
Raise our voices for a song,
Chill and hit the blessèd bong.
Shot of whiskey
Pull of gin,
Shotgun 2 beers,
Let's begin.

You First

If I wrote a poem down
On this brown page I bought
From the university bookstore,
Could it live as more
Than the voice in my head that
Sounds like Frost and Frank O'Hara?

As a lover I am less
Than I think I think,
Having loved so much so much
And given so little back to myself.
Even
As I write these concatenated verses
I can't help but feel I've
Left something out.

Did I mention I'm right-handed?
I like baseball though I can't
throw worth a goddam or hit
or run too well really.
I like pondering too,
And yoga at night by myself.

Is that enough for us to start a love?
Oh that's right,
I suppose it proper to hear about
You first.