I had a really bad day today,
so i went to a dark and quiet place
where i could smoke and ruminate.

I unwrapped a new pack of cigarettes,
lighted a stick, and the tip turned red.
I took a deep breath and raised my head
toward the starry sky and i was amazed
by the resemblance of the lighted cigarette
to those stars. I bet the gods must be smokers
too. Their problems must be just too great,
which made my troubles seem lightweight.


Copyright, Ronnie Ng, 2011 (www.facebook.com/bolametrics)