Another poem written in 1975, when I was 26 years of age, and thought I knew most of what is required to be known. I have grown older now and know better. I have given up cigarettes, for instance.

Thanks to Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

somewhere far away from here

a mad guy committing suicide

slowly and in comfort (he told me so)

with filtered cigarettes,

identified my nightmares

domesticated my terrors

and turned me a voyeur to the self

thanks to him

i learnt a few tricks

i get my thrills watching me perform

thanks to him

i have taken to cigarettes

(slowly and in comfort).