The following is the work of resident poet
Claude Emile Gaston Duchamp
Friday’s Progress
Tired fingers work together
To lightly pinch the leaf
From pouch to pipe
The time honored companion
Ever reliable
Embraces the alchemical change
It happens in the pipe
It happens in the person
A Gift’s Journey
Hiding in a tree,
nourished by the rains.
Plucked by man,
seasoned by time.
Carved by an artist,
placed in a bag.
Delivered by Santa,
smoked by me.
Latakian Prose
If not Virginia, then pray, allow me converse
but for stolen moments of clarity
with the lady of Latakia
whose prose are an inspired blend
which twist the air and climb upward
together with the smoke from my pipe
keeping me captive to the beautiful moment.
Upstairs Dormer
Find me if you must, in the upstairs cozy dormer
Find me if you will, with my scotch and small nosewarmer
Take the time to sit by me, let us talk philosophy
Let us light, on this night, fine tobacco.
Morning at the Palace
Warming coffee
Slice of cake
Favored pipe
Navy flake
Wooden matches
Ember glow
Trusted tamper
Thoughts to grow
Nature and My Friend
Chorusing frogs
Whispering pines
Rustling grasses
Mingling vines
Nature envelopes
Time to unwind
With my thoughts and friend, my pipe.
