I look out upon the fields of snow
I look out upon the fields of snow
And think of Christmas long ago
And sip my drink as memory yields
All those packs of Chesterfields
Stuffed inside my stocking toe
Upon that Christmas long ago.
Perhaps the elves those likely lads
Mistook my stocking for my Dad's
But it probably was my Uncle Joe
Passed out beneath the misteltoe.
Who now lies under fields of snow.
I really liked my Uncle Joe.
On Nov 12, 2007 5:02 PM, Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Kenneth Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Monday, November 12, 2007 5:51 PM
> Subject: Re: "Stutter"
>
>
> > Frederick Pollack wrote:
> >> ----- Original Message ----- From: "joe green" <[log in to unmask]>
> >> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> >> Sent: Monday, November 12, 2007 11:45 AM
> >> Subject: Re: "Stutter"
> >>
> >>
> >> Yeah! Reminds me of the time I read a certain James Dickey poem and then
> >> a
> >> certain Frank o"hara poem and became a pack of L&M filters.
> >>
> >>
> >> It is unwise to mix your drinks like that. And, love aside, to mess with
> >> Stephen Dunn's wife's underwear.
> >>
> >> God, I miss L&Ms. They had a tang.
> >
> > I dated a girl who smoked L&Ms. The woman I live with now...her father
> > smoked them. I thought they smelled like something from the chem lab. Me,
> > I smoked unfiltered Pall Malls. Richard Farina made them famous by
> > writing about the Paragoric Pall Mall, and someone else said every so
> > often you got a Pall Mall that smelled of/tasted a bit like marijuana.
> > Hmmm. I thought it was only me.
> >
> > I was in a tobacconist's just today, Barclay Rex on Broad Street. It
> > HURT. I've been "clean" for 2.5 years but there isn't a day that goes by
> > when for about 10 minutes I wouldn't sell my soul (or yours) to the devil
> > for a Gitanes. Bad Ken, bad bad Ken....
> >
> > Ken
> >
> >
>
> The two best cigarettes I ever smoked were from behind the Iron Curtain.
> One was called Vardar, from the former Yugoslavia. The tobacco was so moist
> it stained the paper. Turkish Specials come close but they're vulgar in
> comparison. The other was Belveder, from Poland. Powder-blue box with a
> thoroughly feudal palace; long hollow thick-cardboard filters, only about a
> stubby inch and a half of sublime tobacco. Ahhh....
>
--
Joseph Green
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