|my marb red
i like to hold
my almost burnt
suck and blow
those last three
are the best
i always want more
but who doesn't?
it seems that life,
like the dwindling
how did i get here?
i want this to last forever
but i know
and you know
the filter is near
18 Aug 08
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guess the pleasure of a cigarette and of living life can be compared, as well as the inevitable ending after being consumed, and also the shortage and the quickness it - life, cigar - burns away, nice.
not a bad metaphor :)
i think you could cut 18 through 25 and focus this more into the moment and event of you drawing in the reader, which is the space this poem creates well, i think.
"like a blunt" what?
Marb Reds! WORD! Definite open mike poem if ever I've read one. :-)
thanks nisetru, mongrol, and starr
joey-- i agree with you, i'll look into cutting some lines out
i think i like it better without l18-l25
yes, like a blunt
Is this a metaphor? or an ode?
The title makes me think it's an ode.
The last line then, threw me off.
I like it otherwise.
[marlb] butt we
leave and live
butt then again, yeah,
nice nihilistic feel to it.
haha thanks fractalore :p
I'm not a smoker and never have been, but in a way I suppose I am. I relate to this totally. How did you do that?
Uppin' this to a 9. It's really good and certainly relative to the whole scheme of things. Reminds me of my "Coffee and Cigarettes" poem. Love my Marbs too. You might wanna change your title's spelling to "Marb." Smoke on, brotha. Smoke on. :-)
Are you going to leave the title that way? It took me a couple of days to finally read it, I thought it was a typo.
Simple, tight, connected metaphor. Do you need the repeat of suck and blow? If you're comparing it to a blunt, there will be a very long suck, not a rapid series of them. Not that I know anything about that...
the repetition works to create the atmosphere for the next strophe and the last -- never enough like hungry ghosts or desire monkeys wanting more -- having smoked years ago I know this metaphor intimately and who has not contemplated the end of a cigarette as the end of it all -- yet no one said it like this pome does -- the marlb red allusion threw me until I read starr's crits -- in Canada we smoke diffrent brands -- a ten for demonstrating another nail in the coffin
suck and blow suck and blow...yes! that's exactly it! indeed, who doesn't want more.
thanks to you all for your comments.. i changed the title to "marb".. originally when i wrote "marlb" i was thinking that "marlboro" abreviated would be "marlb"
but you don't say the "l" anyway so it probably doesn't matter
You fixed the title. Awesome! When I go 2 the store I always ask 4 a "Marb Box" or I just say "Reds." Much better, brah. You could even change the title to "Marb Reds" for a more poetic, clever slant on what you're selling.
Additionally, and remember, it's about poetry, so there are other ways of saying things that can bring in a fresh new sense to the simple act of smoking a cigarette. For instance, you could, in L3 say "J bar" instead of "blunt." In L7, "middle" what? I would definitely include that it's your middle finger. "Middle" could pertain 2 just about anything really. In L8, I'd go Present Progressive and say "pinching" and then modify the verb with a noun such as "pinching the tip." You could also include other "smoking" subjects such as an ashtray, matches, a lighter, the pack, the whole idea of what Marlboro Reds represent and how they're marketed, suffocation (incorporate some idea of breathing and air (second hand smoke), suffocation (as in smoke-related health conditions, etc...)...See my poem "Tony Again" and how I refer to the Marb Reds pack. These are just some ideas on how you what you might consider in order to beef up the poem from L's 26-33 where it mostly becomes afraid of its own punch. Food 4 thought. Smoke that good, stinky shit! :-)
Sorry...I'm gettin' sleepy after having worked all day today, so my typing up above kinda gets a little lost up there. Heehee. What I'm saying in the 3rd from the last line is "ideas that you might consider...yadda yadda yadda..." Okay...a Red and bed for ME. I'm fuckin' x-hausted. Hope you check this out and play some more with your words. It's really a bitch (sometimes,) but it's fun and it's what makes a good poem a MAGNIFICENT poem. Good luck. I'll be watchin'. Peaceout. :-)
Very good metaphor :D bravo to ya