Mental Smoke: A Collection of Writings From Cody Kirker

By Cody Kirker

we all have those things we wish we wrote about or remembered this is a collection of writings from one such person who did that

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Nov 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483543963

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MENTAL SMOKE

A Collection of Writings from Cody Kirker

MY FIRST CIGARETTE

we stood in the parking lot

outside the local taco joint

my buddy Shane Blaring music

From his old beat up blue Plymouth

those were the days

with my girl sitting on the trunk

leaning up against the back window

in my sweatpants

and her black leather jacket.

finished with our food

I watched this vegan beauty

take out a smoke and light it

inhaling as she studied the sky

come here she said

pulling the front of my shirt

towards her and taking a drag

she kisses me and shares

her breath of smoke

I take a step back

and she hands me one

from her pack and lights it

I hit it hard and burn half the stick

she stares at me and says

jeez kid

SMOKE

Beauty is seen in everything even the ugly.

a lit cigarette glowing and with a flick the

ashes fall into the water sinking, disintegrating

leaving a trail of ash as it falls. Beautiful.

AUTUMN SMOKE

I stood outside

By the shed and weeds

I noticed a single bee

Collecting its self

On a flower or two

Within the yellowing plants

As fall approaches

I watch and think

so long, sir

WINTER SMOKE

I step out onto my front porch at 4 A.M.

it's dark save for a single lamp post

in the front yard enveloping

a rounded haze among the black

I light my cigarette and think

that's me

NIGHTLY SMOKE

I'm conditioned to an addictive inspiration

I walk with a click and light up the queen

and breathe her air, a menthol mental mint call

and I float thinking of guides above saluting Orion

I notice the end of my leash is burnt out

so I stop, turn and head back home

WOMEN

SMALL TOWN WOMEN

Cigarettes

are like small town women,

Stupid

But I enjoy them

From time to time

OLD FLING

I see you...in that picture

you seem happy enveloped in red

I could only look for so long

and then I am filled with sad dread

you're so far...but close to me

confessions of old on my mind

I miss a girl with golden brown hair

only thoughts can turn back time

I'm jealous...I worry about you

my finger tips on your soft little chin

beside ourselves in a small dark room

in the grass my lips meet yours with a grin

a started portrait but