The end is red, in hale the nicatine, the inneer demon of all ciggaretts. inhale it’s poison, let the smoke full up our lungs, rejoys in its killing embrace.
Jesus telling us small things one pole at a time.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”
(Matthew 5.43-45 ESV)
I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also
because things are dying, things that you don’t have to take care of
anymore, and the grass stops growing.
- Mark Van Doren
