Ode To Smoking
Days like these make me want to smoke again
Not bad, tragic days
or bright, enlightening ones
But slow, steady days where I feel alone and happy within myself
I would smoke at my desk
At least strike the match there
Then I would wander outside
Finding a view to enjoy,
by the boats perhaps
I would sit down on freshly mowed grass
listening to the hum of busy-ness behind me.
I would think free and slow
dreaming with my eyes open
praying all the time that i would not get bothered by a passing stranger or even worse a ...