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Lockdown Lyricism: "Lit"

From a series of poems I penned during the early months of the pandemic.

By Jack Anderson KeanePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Lockdown Lyricism: "Lit"
Photo by Dimitri Bong on Unsplash

Money for ice cream

And cigarettes.

Money for sweets

And your cigarettes.

"They're not for me"

I frequently said.

You couldn't get them yourself,

So you sent me instead.

Your little helper,

Your servant son.

Maybe the youngest,

But not the only one.

Flick the flint's spark,

Fingertips burnt,

Lighting your cigarettes

An old lesson learnt.

The walls of every house

Stained with your smoke,

Your insides blackened,

My young lungs choked.

So many makeshift ashtrays,

So many sleepless burns.

Now you only remain as ashes

Scooped into an urn.

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Jack Anderson Keane

An idiot pretending not to be an idiot.

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