My cigarette’s end, aflame
Iridescent against the shadows
Of passersby, dreary and faceless;
They tend to meld, like sparkles
Of a city, in its nightfall
Like seductresses, moonstruck and
All sorted out in finite measure
While, here I am,
stuck in an abnormal instance
Wheezing bonfire,
Into my transient and
impermanent life

I feel the smoldering blaze,
throbbing my insides
It numbs my lips and burns my lungs
Yet, I still inhale the char,
and couple breaths of a missed success

Their world, weaved into perfection
My world, adolescent. Challenged.
Theirs might revolve backwards, for all I care
Mine is filtering tobacco and is circling just fine

I forever desire to stay rested
I refuse to change
I will breathe the same smoke
and live on just the same...
carefree and hasty!
Nude versus this progression
with just a cigarette in hand