It Takes a Thousand Cigarettes
Utter Nonsense
This Spewing, fuming
Blazing explosion
Of creation energy
Beauty, Transcendence
The measure of
a painting’s value
Is the degree of sensitivity in the artist
That capacity of feeling
I was crying at the light on the trees
An entire day
With never ending depths of beauty
I couldn’t miss
It blazed by like a train
Emitting the smoke of a thousand cigarettes
The Breath of God raining down
Seeping into our frog skin
“I summoned the breath of God around a beautiful tree and that just takes too many cigarettes”
-Goldie, in response to my noting how much I smoked today.
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I love how you use enjambment with these shorter lines and ‘frog skin’ is such an unexpected but perfect descriptive.
This is the very shape of transcendence drawn in seizing, even frozen smoke and stippled with pulverized opal and golden roe containing a star’s soul. You’ve uncoiled the oak from the acorn with no more than the simplest gesture. You’ve unveiled awe’s tender arils with the ease of a heart looming breath-plump blood through the body.