A new set of lungs

a new set of lungs.
+++++++++++++

if the universe were
to give a determinist
who smokes a new
set of lungs,
they would (by
an unchangeable
nature) just smoke
them
all away again;

same
for pills and livers,

greasy
food and arteries,

and
countless other
mechanistic
atrocities.

so
i ask
humbly
dear
universe:

are you for
or
against us?

are we free
to choose,
or fucked by
fate?

and
do the gods
laugh at,
 mock,
or
weep for us?

me?...

ill never
quit smoking
or
questioning!!

(and that i think
is a
freedom in itself.)

j.s.h.