Start Smoking Now


Companions surrender
ghostlike flesh
Feeling Warmth
Fading ember
Sculpted movement

Exploring little cardboard minds
Hard to find a heart as hardened – my
bruiseless fingers reaching skyward
Febrile hunger
Clawing blind for air
There is nothing

Dust – metamorphosis
Burst free – light
Fire kissing with tongues – instinct
touching for the first time
Limbs interweaving

filling everything
Each sinew stretching –
Sleep satisfies – mind
Waiting – listening

Quilt pulled up to my chin
This morning chill is my birth right
Unburnt – still
Fingers touching through linen sheets
If this bed could speak

it would say even less than we do
White light binding us – healing us
Awakened fallacy
Paradise pictures
depicting people – distorted – listless
Buy your faith here

Do not speak while my thoughts are in sequence
Keep hiding  made up secrets
One mind – a million pieces
Start smoking now
Waves of electric sound

Ears open – eyes down
Do you mind if I –
make polite conversation
Where the bodies go to decompose
Toes turn blue first

We were not born in boxes
Blood smeared on cheeks
Bring back food for freezing
Stock up on coal –
it’s going to be a cold season
Hard to find real connections

Light your cigarette
Please do
when something moves you
and that
can be the truth



Photograph by misselejane


Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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