Deliberations Over a Cigarette

Pyroclasmic thoughts
slowly wisp up through
stale air
from the glowing tip
of my cigarette
colliding together
as a tender breeze
disrupts the flow
like a dew drop
falling into the
rising stream
on a rainy day
mixed memories like
"Here's looking at you kid"
coming from the
pencil drawn mouth
of Dilbert's pointy-haired boss
More mind filling repetitives
able to answer back
radio commercials from memory
as the fiery black
races under me
left to ponder
the city that sees a
bullet against
the cement wall
of an elementary school

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