2am ponderance

And so I sit here pondering this particular evening
Silently smoking cigarette after cigarette
Watching the smoke withering into nothingness as it passes from my lips and out my window
These are strange days
Best taken with consideration and a straight liquor chaser
So I imbibe deeply
Trying to find meaning while reading between the lines
Deciphering semantics
And finding myself at the same starting point from years back
There are thoughts here
Silently spoken between lines of ambiguousness and obscurity
And I prefer to keep it that way
Simply spelling out my thoughts in the most cryptic manner possible
Cheerleading from the sidelines of my own life
Just watch me shake my pompoms
Gritting teeth into a pseudo grin
I mark the chapters of my life by how much my jaw hurts the next day
Shedding enamel to stop myself from saying too much
About what I know too little about
And so i let my thoughts wander
Like lost birds fighting the wind towards a destination they never thought to go after
And so I sit here
Pondering this particular evening
Silently smoking cigarette after cigarette
And I wonder how much smoke it will take for me to create
Before I can finally clear my vision
And find a path towards unclouded tomorrows



Poetry by David W Durney
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Written on 2008-09-09 at 15:13

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Readers will definately share your ponderings as they ponder on this keenly depicted poem. It demands attention from the first line. Its openness makes personal for the reader. Great job.
2008-09-09