I lit a Cuban cigar. <br />It pierced darkness with a glow. <br />Lips held it tight with a munch. <br />Facial muscles strained turning blue. <br />Teeth bit it firm chewing a bit of tobacco. <br />With slurry saliva, I spit at face of world <br />a hole in sky burn clouds. <br />acid disfigures every nook and corner <br />At last a bit of aromatic smoke. <br />I blew on your face, hoping. <br />Ashes litter on your lap, burning attire. <br />What a stressful, fearful world I see <br />My eyes turn red by staring at <br />Do you care for a smoke? <br />_____________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-care-for-a-smoke/
