Charter Oak Connecticut Shade Cigar Review in Poem Form
Posted by Luis Paredes on
As I exhale, I imagine tiny paratroopers landing on the foot of my cigar
Angry aphids storming a chalk-white landscape, digging fox holes in ash
The vibrate with murderous fear sending the heat of their intent down towards my fingertips.
I focus my eyes on the front lines taking shape; acrid smoke and puffs of light fill my vision
All through history it’s the same refrain - us or them. So I put the cigar to my lips one last time.
Inhaling incinerates half the brigade, while a tap on my ashtray sends the rest to their doom
Share this post
- 0 comment
- Tags: charter oak, cigar review