Analysis of Sticks and the City

Like a lattice-shaded confessional wall
Is through which I divulge my
Demonic vice in detail:

Inhaling that rapturous vapor
Initially happened
When it was passed

My head and mouth said no-“yeah”
Then exhaled with the wind
Off a deck in Magnolia

Fresh air to breathe
Coupled with relief
From conversing against competing
Belltown speakers sure
Made for a cheaper change up
Between cocktail landmarks   
And for shier than
Your average person a
Match’s strike can
Ice break a conversation

One per day or less, loosely habitual
My hidden freedom revisits and
I salute the giving into this ritual  
Its scent is calorie-pacifying and
Takes me back to wobbling in heels
On the cobblestone of Post Alley

Confessed is knowledge on
The better of but this
Substance has won
Against will and rationale  
It’s what addicts usually settle on for
Its pleasure is a guilty one

With a nodding off toddler
Securely settled in the stroller and
The view of point Hamilton
Speaking in imagery   
A five-minute at ease peace
I admit, is happening