Stupid, Old Cigar

Why did I light
this terrible thing?
must be a year old

parched and sour
lying in that case
old corpse

touch it it falls to dust
put it out now
& go on licking

sour cadaver 
off my lips
broken and hot

in front of these teeth
lousy Sun
what'd he do today?

work the winds into a lather
nearly blew my hair clean off
made time to cook lips

you were busy
smoke lays there
looking down my throat

like a kid dangling his
legs into the rest of his life
won't make a difference now

so I'll go on sucking at
the damned thing
til my cheeks touch

make myself like it.