Farewell, my sin, I have enjoyed you

Food, drink and women:

there are chains.

Possessions, too.

Why add a strong, insistent, masterful

and new?

Smoke

good mornings’ gate

forerunner, end and crown of meals

or hunger’s stay

calm adjutant of peace and talk

first sign of manhood: in old age

a last delight.

Oh yes. All these and more.

No doubt the helot’s very gay, though bound.

But over all

the principall.

Must smoke. an order Diktat ukase must

I do not like imperatives.

Besides

I throw

the arc of shooting stars, and hiss

it’s gone. Farewell

Farewell, my sin

Goodbye