When we smoked

When we smoked
life was much easier
We had beautiful cars
with supersonic fins
and lipstick red tail-lights
We had flat-roofed houses
with swimming pools
of impeccable blue
and custom-designed wives
that hummed jazz tunes
as they fixed our ties
We drank bright colored cocktails
and wore steam-pressed clothes
watching with a distant eye
the ghettos burn in Panavision
Yes life was easier then

We were already dead
but we didn’t care

EL SEBBO

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hands

Hand of love
hand of pain

Who have yours
touched
and how

What’s on them?

Dirt, grime, blood,
the scent of soap

What do they tell
others

Do we know
the truths that
lie in our hands

(D.James)