I saw a
photo yesterday
Of an old Cigarette
machine
Igniting a
host of urges from
My 1960’s
memory stream
I remembered
the noise it made
Dropping
packs to the tray below,
Reviving thoughts
of my old cravings
I had forgotten so long ago.
I had forgotten so long ago.
I haven’t smoked
a cigarette,
Since the year two
thousand nine…
Yet my recent
strong reaction proves
Pavlov’s
theory over time.
At the ripe old age of thirteen,
I was tethered by adiction's collar...
I sacrificed at Sno-White drive-in,
My every Lady Liberty silver dollar.
At the ripe old age of thirteen,
I was tethered by adiction's collar...
I sacrificed at Sno-White drive-in,
My every Lady Liberty silver dollar.
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