Kippered
Inhaled, indelible
40-a-day road-trips,
in a 3-door lagoon-blue
Mark II Hillman Imp.
Backseat passive passengers
tapped and shuffle packed.
Oblivious to the slow burn,
no open windows, not even a crack.
Upfront, ritual smokes,
their bond of small pleasure.
Love over Embassy Gold
compact and ash-covered.
Dad’s heart said give up.
Mum tried. She could never.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 13th Dec 2024 09:20
Embassy Gold.
Oh, doesn't that name just ooze luxury and quality. To think I fell for it in my later teens.
Still, offering them around got me talking to girls!