No Smoking

I've given up.
You can tell can't you?
I'm a quitter.
The slow wild eyed desperation in these washed out eyes of mine.
Soon I'll have the look of a non-smoker;
That clean, iceberg lettuce fresh look.
I'll pronounce my consonants cleanly, and drink nothing but water.
And Green Tea.
My fingers itch.
My itchy, twitchy yellowed fingers,
No longer afforded the justification of those little white deathsticks.
Any non-smokers in tonight?
What about non-quitters?
I much prefer you guys.
I admire your willpower,
To stick with it no matter how sick it's making you;
Come hacking cough and stuffy nose,
You'll drag your way to oblivion.
God bless you.

You wanna know how I quit?
You want my advice?
Here it is:
Don't think about it.
Find something else to occupy your mind,
Dwell not on that pure crisp white paper
Those leaves of dry, brown, gold,
Lying there ready to be ignited,
To be slowly sucked on,
To glow red in delight as the pleasure is drawn gently out,
And the two of you lay spent on the ashtray arm in arm.
Don't think about that.
Avoid the sputtering of matches,
The sucking of gas lighters,
The flipping and zipping of zippos.
Avoid people who smoke.
Avoid people who look like they smoke.
Avoid people who look cool enough to smoke.
Avoid people.
Whatever happens,
Don't give up.