Words that sear
Lost in that
Endless haze
Of smoke,
Drifting towards
The skies
In that illumination
Burnt into our eyes
By the rays of a sun
That has long since
Disappeared
Beneath the horizon

Cigarette held loosely
But firmly
Between your fingers
You take a drag
I cannot help
But laugh
Cheered by the scene
You, content
And feeling cool and cynical
With each drag
Inflating with the feeling
That you're older- an adult
I laugh again
As you continue
To treat me like a child