Smoking Out Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

early in the morning I am opening a window
and right away are falling up
a trail of smoke from neighbours.
from the down, they are smoking,
and from the side, they are smoking.

and I am burning myself - working
and I am burning myself - writing
and when I perform
useful duties

I am not smoking cigarettes
but they are smoking
and I is feeling all, as of smoked fish
because it is my astrological sign
but from under fresh fishes

but it fish, are also smoked good.
not everyone likes, but must(?) not.
it is always possible, instead of the fish,
smoked bacon, and lie on aside.

and... is smoking and... is smoking...
even though a long time ago
she-he... is already smoked
it is feeling...