Smoking Giant

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Oh, smoking giant!

Gigantian curls drift on the ether.

Sighing, singing, flying sounds

that

calm down then speed up the nervous frame of him

that

all encompassing “one” that

is and is and is

and wants

this and this and this

and then

— — goes on with the curve of it all

and then

— — draws closer to the bar and reaps the harvest of coin,

dropped short through the sweaty fingers of the barmaid

and life goes on

but now oh, giant

— — walk on

— — walk on

to the beer garden

and live

— — as the masters of war have dictated, for

this is the new pavilion of suffering

and we will go there

and smoke.

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(Circa 2007)

Cigarette in Ash Tray.