Somewhere in Midtown
Tobacco loving sinner
Smokes in the dark.
A zen moment.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
Like the breaking and retreating of a wave,
The rise and fall of the tide.
Smoke rising like incense.
Cigarette glowing like a beacon.
Perceptive, passionate, and daring thoughts and feelings about our difficult times.
Somewhere in Midtown
Tobacco loving sinner
Smokes in the dark.
A zen moment.
Inhaling.
Exhaling.
Like the breaking and retreating of a wave,
The rise and fall of the tide.
Smoke rising like incense.
Cigarette glowing like a beacon.
Poetry for Finding Meaning in the Madness
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