Tap, tap, tap* on the tray
I take another long drag and exhale slowly,
filling my lungs with noxious pleasure
as I stare out the window
legs akimbo
looking at the poisoned sky.

What a life I've made
with the downbeat rhythm
of something exquisite
that's too far gone to name

Hip, hip, hop, hop
Hip sterrr
     hip ster
my breath catches; on
a weird phenomenon
and I have gone

to reclaim it.