Smoking Propaganda III

To smoke,
hold a gun to your face.
The index and middle finger, outstretched.
The 3rd and 4th fingers, tucked in, towards the palm.
The thumb; perpendicular.
There, between the index and the middle,
the paper spoke, transfixed.

Then the hand
closes in on itself ::between::
::between:: the prehensile thumb and middle finger;
an act of sleight magic;
as the stubby one rolls the filter into the middle.

Finally, the index drops aggressively.
The hand strikes;
a cigarette chimes;
as the ash is shaken
from its dirty,
orange
crown.

Veils of phlegm in my throat.