SOLITUDE and the last cigarette

A series of self portraits inspired by the writings of Charles Bukowski and done during my homeless period in the aftermath of the brake of from my wife and art partner. And after being a smoker f;r over 40 years I have no got COPD and lost 50% of my lung capacity. Maybe the last cigarette. I light my cigarette , it glows It burns for you , I smoke this cigarette , it’s the only thing I do before its burning out , I hope you will say yes The time it takes to burn, is all we get, I guess It glows it burns, and it is slowly killing me I smoke this cigarette, to feel I’m living and I’m free And yet I keep on smoking just to pass the time And smoking is like loving , its certainly no crime I want to feel the warm sensation ,like kissing you forever I hope this cigarette will burn and burn , and you will leave me never The smoke is filling up my lungs , It caress my lonely soul So we have time to kiss and find that precious lovers goal I’m just a an old romantic lad, a simple normal bloke And all the love I feel , will maybe soon go up in smoke I know its sounds to corny but I’m just a stupid fool I hope this cigarette will burn forever so we can brake that rule I smoke with passion, and inhale your femininity I hope this cigarette will last much longer than Infinity And that I soon will be the fire of your life And so in smoke rings, we will be forever man and wife I smoke this cigarette, and soon it will be nothing left then dust It’s still a burning introduction, to release our needs and lust The cigarette is ending fast , the time glass soon will have no sand And still I feel I’m holding something precious, in my hand I smoke this cigarette and hope you will be mine I smoke this cigarette and so I do until the end of time.

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Maybe the last cigarette.

I light my cigarette , it glows It burns for you ,
I smoke this cigarette , it’s the only thing I do

before its burning out , I hope you will say yes
The time it takes to burn, is all we get, I guess

It glows it burns, and it is slowly killing me
I smoke this cigarette, to feel I’m living and I’m free

And yet I keep on smoking just to pass the time
And smoking is like loving , its certainly no crime

I want to feel the warm sensation ,like kissing you forever
I hope this cigarette will burn and burn , and you will leave me never

The smoke is filling up my lungs , It caress my lonely soul
So we have time to kiss and find that precious lovers goal

I’m just a an old romantic lad, a simple normal bloke
And all the love I feel , will maybe soon go up in smoke

I know its sounds to corny but I’m just a stupid fool
I hope this cigarette will burn forever so we can brake that rule

I smoke with passion, and inhale your femininity
I hope this cigarette will last much longer than Infinity

And that I soon will be the fire of your life
And so in smoke rings, we will be forever man and wife

I smoke this cigarette, and soon it will be nothing left then dust
It’s still a burning introduction, to release our needs and lust

The cigarette is ending fast , the time glass soon will have no sand
And still I feel I’m holding something precious, in my hand

I smoke this cigarette and hope you will be mine
I smoke this cigarette and so I do until the end of time.