A fifth-wear flannel, reek and all, drifted past me today,
came and went as I sat cross-legged, marinating in the patina-ed
post-meridian.
He took one last apathetic drag from a half-burnt
cigarette.
Let it fall through his fingers and onto
the cobblestones below. Callous:
an afterthought, he ball-changed and crushed
the smoke-spitting litter
underfoot.
Left me to stare at it there,
still twisting plumes
of itself up and out, streaking, snatched away
in the wind.
Left me to watch this
wisp of him sputter its
death-throes in the street.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
A fifth-wear flannel, reek and all, drifted past me today,
came and went as I sat cross-legged, marinating in the patina-ed
post-meridian.
He took one last apathetic drag from a half-burnt
cigarette.
Let it fall through his fingers and onto
the cobblestones below. Callous:
an afterthought, he ball-changed and crushed
the smoke-spitting litter
underfoot.
Left me to stare at it there,
still twisting plumes
of itself up and out, streaking, snatched away
in the wind.
Left me to watch this
wisp of him sputter its
death-throes in the street.
