Can you vape books?
Sartre? Murakami?
Can you vape a river or a cloudless summer sky?
Will it taste like fresh mango,
Or a wild country flower?
Can you vape a gargoyle perched on Notre Dame,
And savour its decomposed stone?
I don’t know,
I want to;
Then I’ll drink vape juice like Chardonnay
Until I reek of lemon slush
And float in braids of smoke,
Wrapped in the heavens.
