Thursday, August 5, 2010


One of those mornings

In which I was a smoker

Exhailing out the somke, in a sigh

A perfect dramatization of

Dealing with tough times,

In a stoic brave manner.

Tapping the cigarette,

On the edge of an ashtray,

Spraying those gray specks

Like dirty snow.

Inhaling smoke, having a physical need

Rather then an emotional one.

Breathing in fire.

Complaining about the smell,

About having to go out of restaurants to smoke,

About how hard it is to quite,

Rathen then about fear, lonliness and fear.

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