God lit up a stogie
at the crack of dawn
and blew the smoke
down
over the city
as i was walking
alone
so i cut through
the alleys
where it gathered
most thickly
so i could feel
my solitude
more keenly
like something
palpable
then i joined in
lit up
adding to the
miasma…
this morning
i shared a smoke
with god
and it was good.
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Ah yes I remember the daze when I would light up on a sunday morning and look at books through the windows of closed used bookstores... it felt like religion...
but ... I gave that up in the end!
great writing...
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