Cigarette Paint

Cigarette Paint

A Poem by The Twin Arenas
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the fewtch

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When I am 42

I will have been divorced

and will be working in a salt mine.


At night the roads are black

and the sky is black

and everything is black

so it feels like finally

I have lifted away,

going to my salt mine.


I know where the ditch is

because I've a pocket full

of egg that I sprinkle out

my window with the ash

so the fox and her kits

run along with my wheels,

eating the eggs all the way

to my salt mine.


I won't be able to see

my children because

of the divorce.


Outside of my salt mine

I have a job to do

and nobody thought the storm

was going to be this bad.


"You'll die, you crazy m**********r!"


First I'm going to build you what you need

for to mine salt.


This is why they call it the Milky Way.


We've all seen the Northern Lights,

but not like I see them when I look up

from down my salt mine.


When I am 42

I will have been divorced

and will be working in a salt mine.


There was Christmas morning

in your eyes.

© 2014 The Twin Arenas


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Speechless! "There was Christmas morning
in your eyes."
A powerful ending statement, I quite enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 9 Years Ago


When I am 42
I will have been divorced
and will be working in a salt mine.

This set the tone for the entire poem. I love how inevitable you made everything. Great write!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


This just has a fatalistic view that's hard to look away from. You've got a life all mapped out but I do hope you see Christmas morning in someone's eyes. That is my wish for you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

thanks for the read, though!
icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Everyone should experience something like that whether it be a character or a real person. That is a.. read more
The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

Oh yeah. Absolutely. That's, like, what we're for. That feeling. Absolutely. That's what truth .. read more
I like this it has a lot of depth to it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


When I was in the salt mines I used dip. It helped keep me focused. I dipped Red Man and Folgers crystals. Virtually all of us did. Red man and Folgers was a secret mix. If you didn't dip it before you got there you started soon after. I stopped when I left. My now X wife wouldn't have put up with that s**t in my mouth for two seconds. I liked this poem. I read it twice and everything. Good job bro.

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

Thanks, man. And thanks for telling me about Folgers crystals. That's something I never, ever woul.. read more
Brother... you killed it on this one. I mean really awesome!

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

Thanks, bud.
I think you should get married and divorced by 42 as a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


wow, i always thought when i was very young that i would live until i was 42...that number i connect with.
ddin't die at 42 but my idol, Elvis, did...
and at 42, i was alive again, in heart....had been divorced finally enough years, i trusted again.

at 64, and three divorces later...i look at my losses and gains...and wonder where and why life turned out as it did.

there is salt in tears, and pain helps us mine that salt.

this poem is very real....and is one of my favorites that i have read here at the cafe.
jacob

Posted 9 Years Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

9 Years Ago

yes, he was...and in the 50's when i was a kid, my godparents bought me every new single of his...la.. read more
The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

Wow, incredible. How nice of them. Yeah, aside from the Civil War, the Elvis Saga is my favorite A.. read more
The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

*influenced, I mean.
*carried IT with me, I mean.
The image of the life tried and tested only to fit in that lovely streotype. Do you dear think that Waconda decided on 42 randomly just because he seems random . That would be a fatal mistake from the part of the reader. 42 is the 6th septenium and at that point indeed the revelations and unfoldings of this sort of life do occur. Five kids, three marriages, ten jobs you name it! The sountrack to our failure that we call life is right there for us to revel upon. Mind you with infinite grace and pleaseantries we don't want anyone to feel bad about it , Do we now? The salt mine becuase is an island, a vestige based ona bittir twisted feeling of a place that comes along.
Smoking too clearly a sign from something that is basically a slow release, probably bordering on alcholism too, life has dissapointed and work is just about the only thing that remains a constant.

Bleak , I wouldnlt mind doing the night shift there though , I imagine the scene must be breathtaking.

Thankyou

Posted 9 Years Ago


The Twin Arenas

9 Years Ago

42 seemed ripe.
The poem held a lot of emotions and thoughts in the words. I could feel the distance and the lost of something dearly missed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago



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