A Poet’s Advice

A Poet’s Advice

By D.S. Jones

I don’t believe in myself 

the young writer says

great

I bet you don’t believe in society either

I tell him

he tears away the seal on a fresh pack of cigarettes

and realizes his smoking is a form of luxury

he is happy to kill himself

in such a dignified way

I wipe my mouth and tell 

him we at least have something in 

common

and we walk through the woods on our way,

both exhaling the primitive beautiful

smoke of life surrounding us

Poems by D.S. Jones are available to read in Painting Lines On The Highway To Hell. Available now exclusively for Kindle. 

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