I dont really like this one, but it lives as it was written. Anyone can tell me how to make this better?


Cigarette's View

I fume, frustrated, on the indifferent pavement
Fingers of smoke reaching ever upward
Trying to mingle with the atmosphere, who rejects it
Horrified at the blackness, the scent of forced decay
I use the playful wind to roll my burning end
So I have a better view of the block
Quickly devouring some of the air as it skips past
Returning nothing save more of the night like mist
That I exist to provide
Ah...a sudden commotion?
Will this scene provide a final host for me?
Thundering boots interrupt my thoughts
And two blue suited men wrestle a brown figure
To the sickly pavement
A grimacing face thuds down scarcely two feet away
And my embers flare as I recognize the lips I blackened
Scarcely half an hour ago.
All the annoyance in me is converted to pity
And I can do nothing but tease him with wisps
To burn his already watering eyes
Before he is hauled from stern ground to sullen iron doors
Families screaming a siren song that cannot lure him home
Shadow, suddenly, as of omen-filled clouds
The boot grinds down with finality
My embers cough, sizzle
Finally, back to my ashes I return.




Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 20:10

Tags Cigarette  Observation 

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