Meditation Poem by Rafik Romdhani

The same Wednesday aroma
Of monotonous black coffee
Is calling out my coughs

Not a single table is ashtrayless:
Task of a tooth-gapped waitress
Char coal is available, too
If morning lungs need to.

Smoke man, toke and toke
Still more room in the air
And more coffee-filled cups
Gaps in the mind as well

Puff and puff
Tuck down your words
For ears are deaf
Hide your birds
from wind and women
And your flowers
From breeze and bees

Sounds here like sacs of wasps
Now emptied into my hair and ears
Leap as sparks for new thoughts
Under strange gears

Sounds and eyes dance
With charcoal and united puffs
That come to full rings and hugs
In today's air and breaths

Smoke man, toke and toke
Still more room in the air
Though no more coffee in the cup
Smoke man smoke words now

And when it comes to croak
Death won't be an end
Isn't that possible?
Isn't that meaningful
Look at teeth-gap outlet
As life's bullets dig your heart up?